Eloquence Is Not Resistance.


Hello.

Let me start here: I’m stepping in. After years of rolling my eyes so hard they nearly detached from my skull, I’m making a move—not just another post, not just another podcast rant or think piece shared with people who already agree. I’m actively pursuing a seat on a local board.

Not because I believe that will save the republic. But because we have to start somewhere. I’ve avoided it. I’ve mocked it. I’ve told myself that lying down with pigs will leave me reeking—and it will. But I’m sick of breathing smoke from the fire they’re setting while we hold our noses and critique the aroma. So yes, I’m in.

And now, let's talk about what we're really up against.


Let’s all gather in the salon of our own self-satisfaction for a moment, shall we? Pour a glass of intellectual Chardonnay. Toast, perhaps, to our latest blistering takedown of Trump or Marjorie Taylor Greene on Threads, X, TikTok, or wherever our mutual admiration societies congregate. We are devastating. We are incisive. We are witty as hell.

And yet—the house is still burning. And all we’ve really done is light it more elegantly.

This administration—unelected, unhinged, and hell-bent on a Christo-fascist makeover of the United States—is not playing. They’re not out to win debates. They’re out to win power. Permanently.

And while we’re crafting our Pulitzer-level metaphors and re-sharing that one perfect quote from James Baldwin, they are rewriting the rulebook with a flamethrower.

You know the playbook by now.

  • Ban books

  • Criminalize identity

  • Use the Bible as a weapon

  • Gut education

  • Dismantle voting rights

  • Stack courts

  • Redefine "freedom" to mean white, Christian, armed, and male

Meanwhile, we’re still patting ourselves on the back for that one time we called Ron DeSantis “Diet Trump with fascist aspartame.” I mean, it was clever. But so what?

We know the stakes.
We’ve seen the precedent—Germany, 1933 isn’t just a warning, it’s starting to look like a damn strategy document.

You want a verbal exchange to illustrate it? How about every time some glazed-over pundit calls these fascists “bad faith actors” or “chaotic populists” instead of what they are: fucking saboteurs. These people aren’t arguing in good faith, they’re lighting the Constitution on fire and daring us to quote “due process” as they walk away with the matches.

And still, we clutch our pearls and our sentence structure. We call them rapscallions while they call us traitors—and worse, legislate like it.

So here’s the deal.
Snark is not strategy.
Wit is not resistance.
And eloquence without action is masturbation with a thesaurus.


So what do we do?

For me, it starts small. Local board. Sit in the mud. Smell the pigs. Push the gears of this broken machine from the inside. Not forever—but long enough to stop pretending resistance is purely rhetorical.

And for all of us?

  • Run. For something. School board, precinct captain, union delegate. Hell, dogcatcher.

  • Fund bail and legal defense. Not just for your favorite protester, but for the ones who scare you a little.

  • Stop arguing with bad faith trolls online. Use that time to organize three neighbors.

  • Support journalism that digs, not just reacts.

  • Start local watchdog efforts. They fear exposure. Be a floodlight, not a flashlight.

  • Vote like your democracy’s on life support—because it is.

You want a revolution?
It’s not gonna be posted.
You want justice?
It’s not trending.
You want to stop this country from becoming 1933 Germany?
Then act like you believe it’s 1933.

Because here’s the truth: we don’t need more evidence. We don’t need one more witty paragraph about why MTG is unhinged. We need to do shit. We need to build. Block. Disrupt. Replace.

I’m stepping in. I hope to God I’m not alone.

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