Enough With the Doom and Gloom

It’s time for some sensible optimism.

Before you get on with your weekend, I want to grab you real quick, and publicly address the chalkboard-scratchers out there, who are making a lot of noise, and our way forward in this country a whole helluva lot harder than it needs to be.

I am talking about the doom-and-gloomers, who seem to revel in reminding everybody how hopeless everything is these days. You know the type. They’re the ones who bring umbrellas to fight off a sunny day.

For the past three weeks, we have been hearing every other hour or so how Trump is going to interfere with our elections in November. The notion that the America-attacking blowhard would try something like this comes as absolutely no surprise to patriots who have been paying attention to what is happening in America.

Seems our legacy media has finally crashed upon the place we’ve been making our stand for the past five years.

Gee, Trump’s a threat to our elections?

No kidding.

Good thing they aren’t in the news business, because they would have completely failed in their mission to inform their readers.

Trump’s attacking America with abandon by sending armed thugs by the thousands into our cities to beat and murder the people who live there.

The resistance has been brave and resolute. Armed only with whistles, and righteousness, our fathers, sons, daughters and wives are peacefully standing up to these masked, anti-American cowards, who have decided to spend their miserable lives taking orders from a 79-year-old baby who is in constant need of a diaper change.

The resistance has been everywhere, and most notably at the ballot box where Democrats are winning elections they were expected to lose, and Republicans are losing elections they were expected to win.

Morning’s risen in America and the sun is poking through the clouds again, but here come the people with all those damn umbrellas.

We say: “The Left is starting to really roll, and is fighting like hell.”

They say: “Yeah, but …!”

We say: “We have flipped scores of seats in the past year, and won elections that were supposed to be nail-biters by several miles. The Republicans haven’t flipped ONE, and are flopping around on the deck like so many sucker fish.”

They say: “Yeah, but …!”

We say: “A Blue tsunami is gathering strength, and a reckoning is coming in November.”

They say: “Yeah, but!”

Well, I say take your “yeah, buts” and stick ‘em where the sun don’t shine.

I am done listening to people who want to remind everybody what is wrong, instead of what is most certainly right. I can’t have these people hollering at me to “do something” when like so many of you, all I am doing is something, and we are finally getting some tangible results.

We are up against an untapped firehouse of fascism with squishy lawless billionaires priming the pump. We are handling a lot here, and the “yeah buts” seemingly can’t wait to tell us that what we are doing in defense of this deluge won’t be enough.

I’ve noticed there is a smugness to these entitled people who make it their jobs to bring everybody else down to their hopeless level.

They are bad news in blood-stained print, and making some difficult times in this country even harder.

I can no longer have people like this in my life.

Look, nobody is arguing we aren’t in the middle of a catastrophic mess. Good lord, like so many of you, I spend hours each day fretting about it myself.

The minute the 2024 election was called for the most revolting man in United States history on that horrid November night, I knew we were in deep, deep trouble.

You did, too, because you have the audacity to give a damn.

In the ensuing days I had many people contacting me directly. They were scared, mad and worried. They asked, “What the hell are we going to do?”

I understood the upset, and the fear, but the question confused me.

If there was any other answer besides “fight like hell” I wanted to hear it, because it seemed to me — and still does — like that was all we could do.

And we have, dammit.

People, not so-called leaders like Chuck Schumer and Hakeem Jeffries in the broken Democratic Party, have led the resurgence. We have stood up and fought back. Now they are showing signs of listening to us, and that is how things will get done going forward.

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So now Trump is slopping out loud hints that maybe elections shouldn’t settle things in this country, and if you have been paying even the slightest amount of attention the past decade it will come as absolutely no surprise.

Trump is a wannabe dictator, and wannabe dictators say out loud the bone-chilling things they wanna do.

This nuclear-powered weakling wants you scared.

He’s got the “yeah, buts” right where he wants them, because while we are fighting our asses off, the “yeah, buts” who are allegedly on our side have already quit.

Turns out they are as fatalistic as Trump.

Know this: Every time this two-ton, orange lout hits his steel-reinforced rack and plugs himself into his phone at night, he knows his days are numbered. He’s as unpopular as hell, his health is failing faster than Stephen Miller in a history class, and he’s scared to death.

When he tells us he doesn’t like elections he is projecting weakness not strength.

He’s scared because we are winning those elections at an astonishing clip, and have shown up, hearts beating out of our chests at rallies all over the country.

Hell, there are people in my town who are fueled by pure dynamite. They muster on busy corners each day with placards and their righteous voices and let everybody know good and damn well they are NOT giving up the ship.

There is still much work to do defending America, and the “yeah buts” need to stay out of our way.

Our elections will happen, and we will absolutely destroy these abhorrent Republicans who loathe democracy. Will Trump throw a tantrum? Will he whine that it was all rigged? Will he convince some tongue-dragging lawyers to file a bunch of lawsuits?

Of course he will. You can count on that.

Will we deal with that, too, when the time comes?

You bet your asses we will.

But if you are a “yeah, but” who still has to rain on everybody’s parade, why don’t you head up to Minneapolis and tell those patriots that it’s hopeless.

I’d pay good money to see the reception you’d get.

(D. Earl Stephens is the author of “Toxic Tales: A Caustic Collection of Donald J. Trump’s Very Important Letters” and finished up a 30-year career in journalism as the Managing Editor of Stars and Stripes. You can find all his work here.)