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Keith's Space
Donald Trump’s beef with Ilhan Omar is not political. It is psychological. It is not disagreement. It is fixation. It is the kind of obsessive spiral normally reserved for men who see their own reflection in a mirror and decide the mirror is the problem.
Let’s take a moment, just a brief breath before the nausea kicks in, to marvel at the grotesque spectacle of Donald J. Trump, the self-proclaimed “peace president,” strutting around the Kennedy Center with a fake peace prize draped around his Turkey neck like a third-place ribbon from a county fair hog show.
There is something seriously wrong with Donald J. Trump and everyday it's getting worse!
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Keith's Space
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Saturday, December 20, 2025
What I've Learned
1. Stay in your Lane
2. Mind Your Own Business
3. Don't Get Caught up in other people's drama
4. Mind The Business that pays you.
5.Everyone has to experience a Dark Night of the Soul at least once.
6.Go with yourself, the world is full of others..There is only one you
7.Do the work, it will set you free.
8.You think you have money until you're in a room with people who have more money than you.
9.Passion is momentary, Love is enduring.
10.You can't really have a testimony until you've been tested.
PEACE!
Monday, December 15, 2025
Iihan Omar-Trump's Worst Nightmare
This story starts in 2018, when Trump looked at Haiti, El Salvador, and African nations and decided the most presidential thing to do was call them “shithole countries.” He said it in the Oval Office. Senators heard it. The world heard about it. And then Trump did what he always does when caught with his mouth wrapped around the truth. He lied. He denied saying it. He insisted everyone else was wrong. He pretended the sentence had never existed, even as it burned itself permanently into the historical record.
Ilhan Omar, then not yet in Congress, responded the way adults respond to racism. She called it what it was. She defended the dignity of the places Trump trashed. She refused to play along with the idea that cruelty becomes policy if you say it loudly enough. That was mistake number one, as far as Trump was concerned. Trump does not forget people who translate his insults into clarity. He catalogs them.
By 2019, IIhan Omar was in Congress, and Trump finally had a face for his resentment. A Somali refugee. A Muslim woman. A lawmaker who didn’t lower her voice or soften her words to make him comfortable. She was everything his worldview couldn’t metabolize. So he did what bullies do when they feel small. He escalated. He tweeted that she should “go back” to where she came from. At rallies, crowds picked up the cue and began chanting “Send her back,” while Trump stood there, basking in it, pretending later that he hadn’t really heard it. He heard it. He always hears it. That’s why he sets it up.
Here’s the thing Trump never figured out: Ilhan Omar doesn’t scare. She doesn’t fold. She doesn’t disappear. She doesn’t apologize herself into silence. Trump’s entire political persona is built on humiliation as dominance. Point, insult, wait for collapse, repeat. Omar refuses to collapse. That short-circuits the whole machine. You can see it in his behavior. The insults get cruder. The fixation gets louder. The facts get thinner.
Fast forward to 2025, and the mask is no longer hanging on by a thread. It’s gone. In a Cabinet meeting, Trump wasn’t asked about Ilhan Omar. He brought her up anyway. He described Somali immigrants as “garbage.” He said they “contribute nothing.” He declared he didn’t want them in the country. Then, because cruelty loves symmetry, he called Ilhan Omar “garbage” too, expanding the insult outward like a man throwing Molotov cocktails at an entire community because one person keeps reminding him he’s full of shit.
At a recent Pennsylvania rally supposedly about the economy, Trump did what he always does when numbers fail him. He reached for Ilhan Omar. He said she had done “nothing but bitch” since arriving in the United States. He said she had to “get the hell out.” The crowd responded on cue, chanting “Send her back” like it was 2019 and nothing had changed except Trump’s willingness to say the quiet parts into a microphone. He didn’t correct them. He never does. Conductors don’t stop the orchestra.
Then came the moment that turned this from ugly pattern to outright indictment.
Trump resurrected the phrase he once swore he never used. “Shithole countries.” He said it again. Out loud. Proudly. No denial. No walk-back. No fake confusion. The lie he told in 2018 finally collapsed under the weight of his own mouth. What was once “fake news” became applause bait. That’s not a slip. That’s a confession. That’s a man admitting the racism was never accidental. It was just temporarily inconvenient.
And here’s the punchline Trump will never understand: every time he attacks Ilhan Omar, he exposes himself. He isn’t arguing with her policies. He isn’t debating her ideas. He’s arguing with the fact that America produced someone he can’t dominate. A refugee who became a congresswoman. A Muslim woman who won’t shut up. A lawmaker who doesn’t need his approval to exist.
Ilhan Omar isn’t Trump’s nightmare because she tweets well or criticizes him sharply. She’s his nightmare because she stands there, unmoved, while he unravels. Because she proves the hierarchy he believes in is bullshit.
Because she represents a future that does not ask him for permission, forgiveness, or validation.
Trump keeps saying her name because he thinks repetition will make her disappear.
Instead, it just makes the record clearer.
From “shithole countries” to “garbage people,” from denial to bragging, from coded racism to open contempt, the story never changed.
The man just stopped pretending.
Ilhan Omar doesn’t haunt Trump because she attacks him. She haunts him because she survives him. Because she stands there, elected, unbowed, unafraid, while he keeps circling the same insults like a man pacing at the edge of a bad dream he can’t and won't wake up from.
Monday, December 8, 2025
The Boobie Prize
Let’s take a moment, just a brief breath before the nausea kicks in, to marvel at the grotesque spectacle of Donald J. Trump, the self-proclaimed “peace president,” strutting around the Kennedy Center with a fake peace prize draped around his Turkey neck like a third-place ribbon from a county fair hog show.
Yes, in a moment so tacky it should’ve come with a complementary spray tan and a coupon for hush money, FIFA’s Gianni Infantino presented Trump with an award that is not only fake, but professionally, institutionally, internationally fake, handcrafted for one purpose only: to keep the world’s most fragile ego inflated long enough to cash another check on behalf of his billionaire buddies.
Infantino, groveling like a man who’d barter his spine for a seat at the grown-ups’ table, actually said:
“Mr. President, this is your prize, this is your peace prize… you can wear it everywhere you want to go.”
And of course Trump, the human embodiment of a participation trophy, slapped it on immediately, beaming like a toddler who finally got a sticker for not biting his classmates. Then Infantino read some Hallmark card nonsense about unity and hope, as if invoking dead children and grieving mothers somehow sanctifies giving a fake medal to a man who has spent his entire public life weaponizing cruelty for applause.
Unity?
Hope?
Trump?
Give me a break.
This is the same orange cretin who tears the world apart by breakfast and calls it “leadership.” The same man who would sell peace by the pound if he could skim a finder’s fee off the top. A man whose guiding philosophy is: If it enriches my billionaire friends, it must be good for America.
My disgust isn’t rooted in politics.
It never has been.
I’m not repelled because you vote red and I vote blue.
I don’t think less of you because we disagree on taxes or trade or zoning laws.
I think less of you because you watched an adult man mock a disabled reporter on live television and called it “refreshing honesty.”
I think less of you because you heard him spit racism straight into the microphone and decided that was “telling it like it is.”
I think less of you because you listened to him advocate for war crimes, for torture, for killing families, and still whispered, “Yes, that’s my guy.”
I think less of you because you watched him reduce women to decorative objects, judged solely on appearance, and you nodded along like that was normal.
I think less of you because you aligned yourself with cruelty when decency mattered.
It’s not your politics that are repulsive.
It’s your personal willingness to champion a bully, to excuse corruption, to cheer for division and hate because it scratched whatever itch was festering in the dark corners of your conscience.
You and I won’t be “coming together.”
Not forward, not backward, not ever.
Not in this lifetime or the next.
Trump disgusts me. But what will echo long after his gilded circus collapses is the simple, unforgiving truth:
He didn’t disgust you.
And that, that moral void, that ethical vacancy, is what I will remember in perpetuity, long after the fake medals tarnish, long after the grifters scatter, and long after the self-anointed “peace president” finally disappears back into the obscurity he always feared and always deserved.
-Michael Jochum, Not Just a Drummer: Reflections on Art, Politics, Dogs, and the Human Condition. -Michael Jochum
Thursday, December 4, 2025
Wednesday, November 26, 2025
Trump in Decline
There is something seriously wrong with Donald J. Trump and everyday it's getting worse!
This, of course, did not sit well with Trump, who cannot stand anyone ever even *implying* that he is not the smartest, handsomest, healthiest, richest and most popular man to have ever walked the planet, and he immediately launched into a Category 5 hurricomplain.
Writing on Truth Social, Trump whined that “The Creeps at the Failing New York Times are at it again. I won the 2024 Presidential Election in a Landslide, winning all…[EXTREMELY BORING AND LONG LIST OF FAKE ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND LIES REMOVED FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE]
“To do this requires a lot of Work and Energy, and I have never worked so hard in my life. Yet despite all of this the Radical Left Lunatics in the soon to fold New York Times did a hit piece on me that I am perhaps losing my Energy, despite facts that show the exact opposite. They know this is wrong, as is almost every thing that they write about me, including election results, ALL PURPOSELY NEGATIVE.”
“This cheap “RAG” is truly an ‘ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE.’'
"The writer of the story, Katie Rogers, who is assigned to write only bad things about me, is a third rate reporter who is ugly, both inside and out. Despite all of this, I have my highest Poll Numbers, ever, and with record setting investment being made in America, they should only go up. There will be a day when I run low on Energy, it happens to everyone, but with a PERFECT PHYSICAL EXAM AND A COMPREHENSIVE COGNITIVE TEST (“That was aced”) JUST RECENTLY TAKEN, it certainly is not now! GOD BLESS AMERICA & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!!!”
His original tweet had claimed that he “One our Nation’s Districts by 2750 to 550,” but was replaced with a corrected version.
You could just replace all this entire very petty and immature diatribe with the words “I’M INSECURE” and it would have saved us all a lot of time and effort.
To call a female reporter “ugly on the inside and out” makes the second time in two weeks that the President has attacked a female reporter for her looks, resorting to schoolyard bullying to overcompensate for the fact that he knows his brain is a big bag of garbage juice and burger grease slowly leaking out of his head like it’s Rudy Giuliani’s eyeliner.
It’s about time the media started covering the decline that we all can see playing out before our very eyes. More of this, please!
Monday, November 17, 2025
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Wednesday, November 5, 2025
Don't Stop Me Now
There was a Blue Wave Last Night...Democrats Smoked The Republicans, Winning Every single race that mattered...In New Jersey, Pennsylvania, New York City, Virginia and California....Not to Mention Georgia ,Mississipi and Maine.. Good Job Dems!
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