The war, and it will be considered a domestic war, will pit families against families, friends against friends, workers against workers; in fact, it will involve any group or order of people. There will be deaths but there won't be arrests. That is because law enforcement has also divided between the left and the right. The Trump administration, although focused on the dictator's pre-death wishes, spirals into complete chaos because there is no one to tell them what to do. Yes, the leader is gone and suddenly we begin to see the startling incompetence of Trump's minions.
Do you know your next door neighbor, acquainted with others in the neighborhood? Remember that recent block party where everyone brought a food dish to the get together? Well, the next time they'll bring their AR-15, loaded with backup ammunition. The conversation quickly digresses into politics and what happens next is anyone's guess. You go to the super market and everyone is carrying assault rifles, and the look you get is pure surly making friendliness a fond memory of the past. Disagree with your butcher and you have a semi-automatic weapon staring you in the face.
And what about relationships? Like when your girlfriend reveals one day that she is a Trumpster, and you have to worship at his altar. You find out your doctor loves Trump and wants to talk about him more than he wants to find out what's wrong with you. Your lawyer is a follower and his interpretation of the law goes off the right side of his desk. You discover the minister of your church is married to an extreme rightist Evangelical who pressures him to worship you know who. But the epitome of it all is when you return home from work one day and your wife tells you she is on the way to a MAGA rally.
This one won't be like the war between the North and the South. Now, the dividing line will be the street
Silencers for guns, although illegal in this country, will be a necessary part of every arsenal. Let's say you are a Trumpster and go to the movies, see an anti-Trump person you hate. You quietly sit down behind them, and in a blaringly loud scene from the movie, you blow your enemies head off. Or you're trying on clothes and see an adversary; under the cover of a garment, you drop him or her. Whichever side you are on, the reaction of onlookers will be a combination of both shock and curiosity. In either case, there is little or no reaction, allowing enough time for an escape.
And this whole boondoggle won't come to an end until Trump's Cabinet and other doormat bootlickers start their own infighting, which will bring down the government. J.D. Vance has become president, Mike Johnson V.P. Both are borderline smart and think they can control Trump's gang. But this inept crew of morons erupts into dissention, with Stephen Miller ending up as their leader. Miller, who is a white nationalist, decides to round up all Blacks, Hispanics, Orientals, anyone non-white, and put them in a concentration camp. Then Kristi Noem calls and says, 'Let's move them to Alligator Alcatraz.'
