I returned yesterday following another whirlwind trip to the one place in America I genuinely believe is rooted in evil enterprise, Washington DC. What I found there was similar to prior visits yet there are some structural and cultural changes afoot that are visible if you know what to look for.
First, the level of opposition to Donald Trump is bigger than in term-1, way bigger. The hatred is likely a magnitude of three times as strong against President Trump and what/who he represents. The opposition sentiment, now three times more vitriolic, is held by around 90% of the inhabitants of the region, perhaps more but I am trying to be gracious.
Somewhere are 90% of every thought, word, deed and action, as well as tone therein, is bitterly against President Trump’s perspectives, policies and intentions for government reform. In term-1 and prior visits that percentage was likely around 75%. The current scale of opposition is actually stunning albeit not surprising. However, it does give you an idea of how impossible it is for a MAGA-minded political official to live, work and even breathe in the environment.

This is why so many elected officials we count on collapse after only a few weeks/months of effort. The hatred they face is like a flea looking into a furnace, and unfortunately when put into that kind of battle geography only those who carry the purest armor of God are going to keep stable footing. Everyone from the 7-11 attendant to the pizza delivery guy and beyond, will openly hate you if you even suspect you are Trumpy minded or even MAGA adjacent.
There is pure evil deep within the Washington DC hatred, and it emanates, vibrates like a frequency you can physically feel and mentally sense. This is not America, not even close. In the last two decades this place of “fundamental transformation” has become something else entirely. I will note there is approximately 30% more office space for lease today than prior visits. Perhaps DC is shrinking.
The various independent American survivors trying to cope within the region live like French resistance forces under Nazi occupation rules. Secret meetings, safe venues, careful transit, eye signals, questioning glances, knowing nods, stunning nervousness and other identifying survival tradecraft are very visible. This is a putrid and horrid place. In its modern form it is much worse than most can fathom, and you would be safer on the streets of Mogadishu.
Inside the security perimeter where the illusion of democracy is maintained for tourists’ things are safer; however, getting there requires a very deliberate effort to keep your head down, walk briskly through the safari zone and stay on very narrow paths carefully avoiding eye-contact lest you be suspected as an outsider. Yeah, I dislike this place immensely.
My favorite question, and I’m very careful about how I ask it, is: “when was the last time you encountered joy?” Try asking that question in Washington DC and you’ll need more than a Snickers as you await a reply.
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