Welcome to Trump's Version of Hell
Welcome to Trump’s version of hell, Where freedom fades and the darkness swells.
(Verse 1)
They’re knockin’ on doors in the dead of night,
Men with guns, flashin’ blinding lights.
A last name with a vowel or a Z on the end,
They’ll come for your family, they’ll come for your friends.
Holman’s got the papers, Miller’s got the plan,
Ain’t no time to run, they’re takin’ back the land.
They start with the weakest, the ones most alone,
Rippin’ families apart just to claim the throne.
(Chorus)
Welcome to Trump’s version of hell,
Where freedom fades and the darkness swells.
If your hair’s too dark or your name’s too long,
You better hide, baby, they’re coming on strong.
(Verse 2)
Remember Hoover and Ike’s cruel sweep,
Dragged from homes, tossed into the deep.
Citizens, too, dumped over the line,
History repeating, out of sight, out of mind.
They’re selling hate like a salesman’s pitch,
While the billionaires watch, laughing and rich.
The news rolls over, turns a blind eye,
While children wonder if they’ll live or die.
(Chorus)
Welcome to Trump’s version of hell,
Where freedom fades and the darkness swells.
If your hair’s too dark or your name’s too long,
You better hide, baby, they’re coming on strong.
(Bridge)
No mercy, no conscience, no space to breathe,
They’re out to control what you think, what you believe.
Step out of line, just try to resist,
They’ll tear you down, add you to the list.
(Verse 3)
First, it’s the migrants, the weak and alone,
Then comes dissent, and it’s closer to home.
Journalists jailed, freedom on trial,
As history repeats in brutal style.
So keep that passport close, lock every door,
The freedom you had? They want it no more.
From the smallest cell to the highest wall,
They’re taking it down, one and all.
(Chorus)
Welcome to Trump’s version of hell,
Where freedom fades and the darkness swells.
If your hair’s too dark or your name’s too long,
You better hide, baby, they’re coming on strong.
(Outro)
In this new America, don’t close your eyes,
The freedom you loved is now cloaked in lies.
The weakest fall first, but it won’t stop there,
So keep watch tonight, 'cause they don’t play fair.
Welcome to Trump’s version of hell,
Where freedom fades and the darkness swells.
“Welcome to trump’s version of hell”
What did you expect from the antichrist?
I try to maintain a sense of normalcy as I go through motions of running my business. I fail, miserably. I fail to the point of not knowing what to do, period. I have no sense of how things work, of how business will be...of anything. One week after the election, I am feeling far, far worse than I did as I learned the results.
Every position filled in the administration solidifies the vision of reality that will be on place on inauguration day. Less than two months of any SENSE of normal as I have defined it during my lifetime. After that, all guidelines and guardrails that have held everything together are eliminated. Rules of law are being rewritten.
As Billy says in The Year of Living Dangerously: "What then must we do?" All manner of "resist" exhortations abound. It seems so laughably silly, but these sources are trying their hardest to hold on to THEIR sense of reality. A whole bunch of smart people are doing their best to help people like me maintain in the face of radical uncertainty. Which is the new normal. All rules of conduct, everything. Do I have to adopt the operating system of "take it as it comes?" "One step at a time"? Sanctuary and sanity do not seem to be available, so indeed: What then must we do?
I find no solace in being among like-minded people in this nervous breakdown sort of time. It actually makes it worse.