“I can do it,” I said, lying like a prodigious fiddle.

I could feel my sisters, cousins, and friends sensing impending doom as we approached the meeting point for our rapidly scheduled afternoon meeting with Tony Trimble, the final word, unstoppable bully at Carolina Elementary. They had good reason to be concerned. Tony “Troublemaker” was not only larger, stronger, and older than me, but he also had a mustache. (To be fair, he had been left behind a couple of times.) Even kids in highschool had heard of Tony hitting someone so hard that he was ceaselessly condemned to ride the “short bus.” But after he hit me at the back of the pinnacle during a tornado drill earlier that day, I had no selection but to demand a likelihood to redeem my honor.

“At least let me get him in before he puts you in a belly to belly,” said White Ben (who had the identical name as a certain black kid nicknamed “Ben”). “Then we’ll all jump in.”

The black kids who commonly walked home together from our mostly white elementary school would stop and stare at the one white member of our after-school entourage. Even my sisters, who were very talented fighters, understood why White Ben’s proposal was absurd. After spending most of our lives in mostly black skin, we all naively assumed that the unwritten rules that governed mutual, prearranged hand-to-hand combat prolonged across cultural boundaries.

One on one. No jumping in. No holding back.

White Ben clearly didn’t know the principles. He was shocked when the black members of our after-school entourage unanimously rejected his plan to ambush Tony, but I understood his concerns. Who would laugh at his corny jokes if I used to be sentenced to the short bus? Despite my fears that my spinal cord would be blown to pieces, the black kids understood the duty. There was only a technique for me to regain my dignity and at last end Tony’s reign of terror. I didn’t necessarily should win the fight, but we all knew what I needed to do:

I had to present Tony a “fair assessment.”

This story is about Donald Trump

Just as my fellow Caucasian believed Tony was a threat to my circles, I imagine electing an election denier as president is a threat to democracy. Although I even have no insight Amber Rose’s researchI’ve seen enough evidence that the previous president is a racist. He’s a proven liarAND convicted criminals and rapist legalized by courtThat’s why I’m grateful to gravity, wind, MAGA Jesus and, most of all, the dedication, training and luck of the Secret Service.

When Trump narrowly dodged an assassin’s bullet at a campaign rally on Saturday, I breathed a sigh of relief. Whether it was Donald Trump’s John Wick-like reflexes, the would-be assassin’s imprecise aim, or simply a lucky coincidence, I’ll ceaselessly be grateful that a racist, lying, corrupt criminal wasn’t taken down by a random act of a lone gunman. Turning a racist, lying, corrupt criminal right into a tragic hero would be the worst possible consequence.

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I’d wish to pretend to have an altruistic, Martin Luther King-like belief in nonviolence, love, and human decency. But in a rustic founded by brutal revolution and an economy built on the obscene exploitation of labor through violence or the specter of violence, I could be accused of being anti-American or, worse, of promoting critical race theory. As flawed and unequal as America may be—and I’ve done my research—I imagine there is just one strategy to reclaim the dignity of this country and at last end Trump’s reign of terror:

I need an honest one.

Donald Trump is just a person who shouldn’t be superb at doing things. He has lost the favored vote in every election he has run in. Except white people and white evangelicals, the overwhelming majority of all others religious, ethnic and racial demographics vote against candidates from the party he controls. He is a “brilliant businessman” who has declared bankruptcy six times. He’s a “stable genius” who needed help from a wealthy daddy get accepted in college. Just because he enjoys the advantages of biased media coverage, supporters who don’t care in regards to the truth and financial assistance richest man on the earth doesn’t suggest he’ll win. He’s as human as Martin Van Buren, Millard Fillmore, George H. W. Bush or any of the previous presidents running for a second term who were told by voters, “No. We’re good.”

Despite the stories, tales, and myths which have created the legend of billionaire Sunny D-colored, Donald Trump shouldn’t be as dangerous as Trumpism. The Trump we all know represents an existing coalition of offended, entitled Americans who need to “take back their country.” The “take back” part defines that desire to reclaim the privilege historically granted to white men and girls. Trumpism is an effort to roll back every inch of racial progress and institutionalize a faith that reinforces their superiority. Donald Trump didn’t make them feel that way or create a philosophy; he is solely their avatar. He doesn’t care in regards to the “right to life” or wokeness any greater than Stalin cared about working-class economic equality. Even the repulsive Project 2025 is just a way to that end, a blueprint for authoritarian rule. But because the Bible says, says: “Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face.”

My Bible is different.

And besides, killing people doesn’t work. Even if Trumpism is bad for democracy, making a martyr out of Trump won’t end the threat his movement poses to the country. A random white kid from a thrift store sitting on a roof with a robust, long-range killing machine shouldn’t be equipped to exterminate the bombastically incompetent but wronged Caucasian rage that Trump embodies. The assassination of Abraham Lincoln didn’t achieve John Wilkes’ StandThe goal is to stop the tip of racial slavery. Assassins have killed dozens of popes but Catholicism endures. Just as James Earl Ray’s rifle didn’t stop the Civil Rights Movement, so killing individuals is an ineffective tool for social, political, or economic change.

The will of the people is the one weapon that may succeed against Trumpism. We’ve tried the whole lot else. When we assumed that the justices—and I understand how crazy this sounds—the Supreme Court granted him almost universal immunity from the law. Judge Aileen Cannon someway decided that the Justice Department special prosecutor couldn’t prosecute him and convey him to justice. A conviction for a bribery offense couldn’t silence the convictions of his supporters. His trial for interference within the Georgia election won’t prevent him from being reelected. The judicial system is clearly an ineffective tool for holding some people legally accountable for his or her actions.

Most Republican Party legislators support Trump’s candidacy for president. Current House Speaker Mike Johnson is denying the elections Christian Nationalist who opposed vote countingSenate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell doesn’t have enough battery to oppose something without going into standby mode. In any case, two impeachment trials have already proven that the legislative branch is just as ill-equipped to stop America’s next supreme Fuhrer.

Even if the constitutionally mandated legal and legislative remedies effectively put an end to the prospect of a second Trump administration, Trump’s legion of American sycophants will simply dismiss it as “witch-hunt“or as an instance Biden is”weapon“Department of Justice. Trump’s battalion of suckers is here be careful Joe Biden, the Secret Service, local police, Antifa, hiring people from diverse backgrounds, and an armed 20-year-old with no special training and a rifle bought by parents 11 years ago ago they conspired to kill Trump.

They love playing the victim.

Anything that might stop Trump from his predetermined destiny would only embolden his base and ensure their conspiracy theories. To them, the impeachment process is the political equivalent of two houses of Congress doubling down on their hero. They hate it when someone steps in with truth, reality, or verified facts to attack their big, bad tyrant. No holding back. No doubling down. No stepping in.

I do not have the abilities to explain the enjoyment that erupted after I knocked out Tony “the Troublemaker” Trimble and ended his reign of terror, but that did not occur. Like most mixed martial arts matches within the elementary school division, we just threw punches and struggled until we were exhausted. I went home with an intact spinal cord, and Tony went back to what I assume was the Oval Office for tyrants. He didn’t even stop his campaign.

He went back to his threatening ways when my younger cousin Tyrant fought him the next yr. He continued to be a bully after my sister fought him. In fact, almost everyone who attended Carolina Elementary through the 17 or so years that I spent in sixth grade has a story in regards to the time they fought Tony Troublemaker. But to this present day, people will still discuss how Tony Trimble never lost a fight. And technically, they’re right. I didn’t beat him. Tony still caused trouble. That’s just the best way he was.

But he was not a tyrant.

Because we fought him.

Trump is a lying, racist, incompetent, wannabe dictator who lost an election. He is and all the time will be. And as we all know, there is totally nothing we will do to persuade his supporters that he’s a liar, racist, or an incompetent loser. But if the goal is to stop Trump from becoming President of the United States, then it shouldn’t matter what his supporters imagine. We’ve already proven that he can be defeated. We don’t need guns, bullets, or violence. We can just use our votes. And imagine me:

We have it.