Because Somebody Needs to Hear a Word Today
Addressing the Elephants in the Room Friends, Family, Loved Ones With Open Love
I am not MAGA.
Not quietly. Not diplomatically. Boastfully not.
And not because I donβt know MAGA people.
I do. I love some of them. I share bloodlines with them. I have broken bread, buried elders, raised children alongside them.
Proximity didnβt confuse me it clarified me.
Because I have seen belief systems up close not as slogans or online avatars, but as habits, incentives, and economies.
I once wrote a blog about an industry I worked in, before I understood that I was standing squarely in the lionβs den. We had one mission: make the sale.
Sell the dream.
Sell the fairy tale that aspiration could be purchased, that belonging could be deeded, that a better life was waiting in a timeshare contract.
Hope monetized. Faith leveraged. People of color and the working poor exhausted with promises that could not be bought even in a raffle.
Most of that fraternity didnβt disappear. They simply rebranded. Today, many are MAGA mouthpieces still selling, still promising, still waiting for the next client willing to buy grievance dressed up as freedom.
Same pitch.
Same muscle memory.
Different product.
That experience cured me of naΓ―vetΓ©.
I am not MAGA because I have watched a President, a Party, and a rehearsed script of outrage operate as an incontestably corrupt machine while pretending to be populism.
I have followed the money.
I have read the filings.
I have traced the shell games.
I will not play dumb about how one family pockets billions while marketing persecution as virtue.
And do not insult my intelligence with false equivalence.
Yesβdeportations happened under Obama. But do not dare pretend the spectacle was the same.
Under that administration, enforcement however imperfect was bounded by law, discretion, and an understanding that terror is not governance.
Schools were not hunting grounds.
Children were not props.
Cruelty was not brand strategy.
What we are witnessing now is not continuity.
It is escalation.
It is punishment masquerading as policy.
My sight does not stop at U.S. borders.
Trinidad and Tobago did not become collateral by accident. Cooperation with American power turned into exposure. Fishermen were killed. Sovereignty was bent.
Regional stability was sacrificed for Venezuelan interests and geopolitical muscle-flexing. That is not unfortunate fallout it isΒ consequence by design.
I see the hypocrisy clearly.
