We have sinned. We, the Responsible Citizens who’ve felt ourselves superior because we’ve been well-to-do and what we thought was ‘educated’, Mr Jessup. We have been warned. We elected Mr Trump and his compatriots anyway. Twice. The 6th of January 2021 notwithstanding (for shame! for fucking shame!!!). We have not removed them. We have not even made life difficult for them. There is no escape. There is no 
excuse. This is who We are. All of us.
How, even at this 11th hour, can We the People atone for this sin? Before we finally acquiesce to the bystander society that we are becoming? Before We are deservedly wiped off the face of the planet by our betters around the globe, without trace, without reflection, without remorse?
There may be a way. If We the People have the will, and the staying power, for it. We are [ahem] encouraged to accept the premise that Mr Trump and his cronies will run the USA ‘as a business’. We are reminded that businesses are dependent upon customers, that the way to bring down a business that does not satisfy customers is for those customers to refuse to do business with it.
Those of We the People who wish to absolve themselves of all blame, of all shame, for what is happening to Us, proclaim that We are merely doing what ‘the billionaires’ are forcing us to do. The situation is exactly the opposite. ‘The billionaires’ do exactly what We the People tell them to do. Or they go bankrupt.
The fault is not theirs. They are doing exactly what We would do in their shoes.
The fault is Ours.
There are reports that Trump’s billionaire Russian would-be oligarchs are suffering the consequences of their support for King Donald, as consumers deny them their business. If this were to continue, with evidence that it was taking place in the USA, and not just in that rest of the world that We are going out of our way to piss off …
There are, however, also news items on the occasion of the 5th anniversary, this month (March 2025), of the onset of the SARS-CoV2 pandemic. With their accounts of how well, and how long, We the People put up with personal deprivations of any kind whatsoever.
Alas.
Never mind.
“Dammit, dude!”
“Yeah? Good luck wit’ that.”
“Huh?”
“You goin’ inta tha war zone ta fix that dam the Russians busted in Ukraine? I ain’t!”
“Yeah, you an’ ever’ otha card-carryin’ memba a tha Axis a Evil. Which means us, dude! Us suckin’ up ta tha Russkies so’s we c’n suck up on their oil an’ gas, ta tha happy dances a their billionaires an’ ours. Dammit! “
“Ya gonna tell me how ya feel sometime today, ‘r ya gonna keep keepin’ me in suspense?”
“Yeah, wait fer it, dude. Ya know that big mural in tha center a town?”
“Ya cain’t hardly miss it, dude. An’ if’n ya ask me …”
“I ain’t askin’ ya, dude …”
“Ya just did. Dude.”
“There’s askin’, dude, an’ then there’s askin’. Since ya said ‘ya cain’t miss it’, I’m hopin’ ya wasn’t tha one what hit it.”
“Got tagged again, did it?”
“Yeah. Big time. See?”
“OK, I see. What’s tha diff?”
“Whut?!?”
“Whut’s tha diff?? It’s graffiti on top a graffiti. An’ if’n ya asks me …”
“I told ya …”
“… some a that new stuff’s betta than tha original. “
“Dude …”
“An’ tha town got it fer, like, free!”
“Du-UUUUUUUUUUUUDE!!!”
“WhaAAAAaaAAAat?”
“It’s mural injury, dude! Don’tcha, like, feel this?”
“[…] Dude?”
“Whut?”
“Facepalm, dude. Sounds like a dude a my acquaintance needs ta lighten up. Here, try this new game I just found!”
“Tha one wit’ all tha superheroes innit? So’s we c’n all pretend that tha laws a physics, that we don’t get anyways, don’t, like, apply ta us? I got it. Go ahead, open yer in-game chatbox, type in ‘USA sux’, an’ send it ta me.”
“OK. Ya got it?”
“A course. Now, type in ‘China sux.’”
“OK … wait, whut?”
“Uh huh. Now try ‘Free Tibet’, an’ ’Tiananmen’.”
“Dammit!!!!!”
“How’s yer big brotha, dude?”
“Dude.”
“An’ how did he get there, mirror lover?”
“[…] Dude?”
“Yeah?”
“Shaddap.”
