By Dennis Shipman Th ere's a brutal, undeniable truth echoing across the American landscape, a truth that cuts deeper than any political pundit dares to admit: the only thing Trumpty Dumpty got right was saying we're a stupid country, because we are. Not because of a lack of intelligence in our individuals, but because a pervasive, self-destructive racism has blinded a significant portion of the electorate, leading them to vote against their own material well-being in a grotesque theater of racial spite. This isn't theory; it's the daily lived reality for millions, and a pathology that threatens to be the ultimate undoing of this nation. We are witnessing, in stark and horrifying clarity, how white citizens will vote to perpetuate white supremacy anywhere in the world, no matter the cost to themselves. They will vote for policies that cause their own families to suffer, to starve, to go without healthcare, housing, or other basic needs. Why? Just to deprive those ...
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I am a man. I’ve been a man for a long time. I’m also an intellectual. I was a precocious child. For a while, I was a thug. Some would argue—incorrectly—I still am. I’m a martial artist. Not gifted or polished. But I know what I know. I can apply those skill sets in a street self-defense situation with little effort. So those who know that part of my background would call me an intelligent thug. But like most folks, I’m more than the sum of my parts. And yet—I’m scared. Not of people. Not of violence. Not of hardship. I’ve never been scared of anyone or anything in my life. But I see the precursors of something we’ve never faced before in this country. I see thoughtful, highly educated people defending a common criminal, conflating loyalty with legitimacy, and rationalizing the erosion of constitutional guardrails. What’s forming isn’t just conflict—it’s total collapse. And before we even get to that point, we need to confront what’s already happened. A high court, scared out of i...
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