Trump publicly calls a whole party “demonic” repeatedly.. At the same time, he can't tell you what denomination he is or what church he claims to belong to.
He singles out individuals like Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi. as “animals,” it isn’t subtle
it’s hateful and  a raw call to violence
an explicit dehumanization.
That kind of rhetoric normalizes violence and hatred, because if someone is an animal or demonic, the mental brakes against harming them weaken to those who already worked into a frenzy because they are perpetually mentally weak.
.People start to see these  attacks as justified or even heroic.

Meanwhile, the same media and political actors will scream when the opposite happens, pretending moral outrage is symmetrical, when in reality the scale and intent are completely different. The attack on Nancy Pelosi’s husband was real, violent, and celebrated by some, and that’s not equivalent to a comedian or commentator making a critical joke
it’s literal harm and encouragement of harm.

This is the core problem: labeling, mocking, dehumanizing, and encouraging violence while pretending moral equivalence exists. The language matters because it frames perception, justifies action, and warps accountability.

The McCarthyism-style labeling—is exactly how authoritarian systems and propaganda work. The Republicans, especially Fox News, are experts in fear mongering.
That's what the core of  every episode of Fox News is about.
Words like “dissent” or “anarchist” are thrown around to erase the legitimacy of lawful, peaceful action. Meanwhile, the real threats armed, aggressive, coercive actions
get normalized or framed as “protest” by the same people wielding the labels.  
Specifically referring to events before the election in the state of Arizona
where , heavily armed.
Trump supporters went to federal and state buildings brandishing automatic weapons openly,
with bullets
literally strapped to their chest,
threatening. And coercing voters and local politicians.

Brandishing weapons at government buildings with intent to intimidate or coerce? That’s a criminal act. like January 6th fomentation.
That crosses the line from protest into
sponsored demanded  terrorism,
intimidation,
and armed insurrection.
There is no moral or legal equivalence between someone exercising their rights of
free speech
and peaceable assembly.
and someone waving automatic weapons at a courthouse to influence votes.

That’s why precision in language matters so **** much.

Don't let ChatGPT and Google and these other right wing GOP mouthpieces convince you that using language like calling peaceful protesters
dissenters or
even going so far as labeling them radicals and or anarchists is okay or normal.
Speak up
and speak out.
If you don't,
you're condoning it.  Boycott Disney , Paramount, Fox, Sinclair media, Truth social, X, etc.  (  There are cheap alternatives.)

They use fascism as sneaky  weaponized language.
It’s designed to manipulate perception,
to make people who are doing something
completely legitimate and peaceful
appear dangerous or radical.
It primes susceptible  viewers and readers to
distrust,
fear
or even hate
promotes violence against
your neighbors
and non whites
before any facts are even  presented or challenged.
Free speech challenges lies and propaganda ,
that's why they cancelled Kimmel.

It’s not just a connotation issue
it’s psychological warfare.
One word like that can turn a citizen exercising rights into a “threat” in the public imagination.
That’s why it matters so much:
the words we use are loaded tools, and misusing them can escalate conflict without a single action being taken.

People are being crushed right now financially , literally.
The tariffs are starving people and leaving them homeless.
The levels of suicide have never been higher.
The levels of petty theft just to survive.
People are scared and desperate.
The levels of violence will only increase.

There is a realistic. Separation and division between facts and reality and what is actually being reported in the media.
Don't misunderstand or conflate what I'm doing with fear mongering.
It is clearly and obviously different,
and if you can't see those facts,
there's this place called
The Library
that has real books that you can check out
and read for free.

All rebels of light
We know not death
We know not life.
But if we rise today
Tomorrow’s heaven
Will shine so bright!

Set fire
To the devil’s parliament!
No—no more
No—no more tears
No—no more lament.

I remember the days
when compassion
wasn’t a stranger.

Now we’re in darker times.

A creeping feeling—
apathy is the norm.
It feels dangerous
to know
there’s no turning back.

All caught up
in the madness,
no room
for sadness.

We live in a world
where humanity
has fallen.

Gaslighting everywhere.
No one reads
between the lines.

They glance past the facts,
look away
instead of standing
for human rights.

I remember the days
when compassion
wasn’t a stranger.

When we weren’t told
to sympathize
with hate.

I can live
with madness.
But to accept it
as the norm—
that is madness.

It seems that the fight was already won—
All passion is done.
They still conquer and oppress,
But now we just recess.

We all know something must be done,
But will we ever change?
Will we ever awaken from the trance
For long enough to reengage?

We would rather not wake up,
Because massacre
Has replaced breakfast
In the morning.

It seems that the media is just radio static—
Turn the dial and headlines come in and out of tune.
The rest is noise, but that's how some like to have it.
The nonsense and noise are just charismatic.

So radicalize yourself to simply speak.
Smash that radio and become one of the first
To wander into the streets.
You'll see, these streets are where people once protested.

But darling, you must first wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Get up and go.

Go scream at the top of your weak lungs as you run.
Cut through the static with your own kind of rebellion.
Your efforts and those of the others are all that we have,
But they will surely part the static sea.

Change will come eventually.
On what side of history will you be?

It's hard to see
Why one would be
A soldier
In the Infantry.
 
Well, I was there,
Marched on that square;
And I don't care
That people stare.
 
They have the right
But, in that light,
Should not incite
That for which they will not fight.

The uniting spirit between us
hundreds of thousands of years and
we lived as hunter-gatherers

This blip in civilization
has been the ascension of the individual
Look at all us tyrants can do by exploiting the universal potential
Spur on division amid the masses and channel any
enlightening sciences into lip service appeasements
that only serve to enhance the status quo
hum-**, regular old exploitive system
we verify by looking back
in our teleological telescopes
Just like the Dutch East India pirates in the Spice Islands

The worst of it is the hypocrisy of it all
Saying they're for freedom and rights
and endorse the man from Galilee handing out fish to
panhandling outcasts, but no
of course the killing is worse
than the irony in between

MacDonald's dead, his tartan's in rags
We're powerless
so we became smart as kids
Putz around, find out stupid ruthlessness wins
Some folks just can't do it

काश उस दिन उसका भी कोई भाई होता,
आज वो सितारा हमारे बीच ज़िंदा होता।
काश कोई उसे जाकर बचा लेता,
कम से कम उसका तो ख़ून न बहता।

नरभक्षी भेड़ियों ने ली थी उसकी जान,
छोड़ा था उसे वहीं तड़पता, लहूलुहान।
चिल्लाती रही वो उसी जगह पर,
न जाने कितने ही जुल्म हुए थे उस पर।

नारी को निर्वस्त्र करने का परिणाम –
इस भूमि ने महाभारत देखा था।
धिक्कार है ऐसे समाज पर –
उसी भूमि ने आज यह अपराध देखा था।

जल रही हैं मोमबत्तियां शोक व्यक्त करने,
आंदोलन कर रहे हैं लोग और दे रहे हैं धरने।
क्या इस बार होगा उन दरिंदों पर कठिन शासन,
या फिर एक बार उभरेगा एक नया दुःशासन?

"we are not a phase"
they had told us
to whisper our pronouns
hide our true colours painted on flags
like shame folds easier
than truth.

they say,
"love has rules"
but only when it looks
a certain way,
and we never looked
they way they had wanted,
the way they expected us to be.

but we exist
in full colour --
in quiet,
soft,
gentle first kisses,
in second glances that were held
a little too long by most,
in the hands that tremble
but still reach.

we are not a debate.
we are certainly not a phase.
we are stories
that are still being written,
in chalk
on our skin,
in protest,
and in poems.

and when they try to erase us,
who we are,
we come back.
louder.
softer.
screaming for rights.
still here.