‘No Kings’ gathering draws hundreds in Hayesville, N.C.

Several hundred people turned out Saturday, Oct. 18, in Hayesville, North Carolina, for a “No Kings” rally to oppose Donald Trump’s continuing destruction of the country’s constitutional safeguards.

TRUMP FANS WERE IN SHORT SUPPLY.

The peaceful gathering brought families, couples and solo sign-carries to Hayesville’s Main Street — also known as Business U.S. 64 — lining both sides of the roadway as passing traffic tooted approval.

The scene unfolded in a festive atmosphere that belies the sadness of U.S. citizens who have been largely dismayed at the Trump Administration’s actions in sending masked police thugs into U.S. streets, homes and businesses to arrest non U.S. citizens who have come into the country seeking better lives for themselves and their families.

The president, with the complicity of an inactive and indifferent Republican-majority Congress, also has sent National Guard forces into several Democrat controlled U.S. cities to harass officials and residents alike with police-like actions that his administration patterns on those of authoritarian and fascist states — several of which Trump has both applauded and courted since his election.

Under Trump’s orders, the U.S. military has begun summary executions without charges or trials of foreign citizens in international waters that the administration claims — without evidence or proof — to be narco terrorists.

The totality of Trump’s actions have remade the U.S. into something more closely resembling a banana republic than a first world, democratic society.

Saturday’s “No Kings” protests — which drew millions nationwide — was the second national outpouring of discontent since the election of Trump’s pro-fascist regime.

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All has become a boggy black bitterness thick with infectious insect swarms: the headlines, the subheads, the first graf and the last. All of it.

The smirking vice president at the Kennedy Center amid boos. The head of Homeland Security in western boots, tight jeans, dark mascara and a scornful frown.

All of it.

The under bridges and the viaducts awash in the unhoused, forgotten and forfeited to the forward march of crypto and trinkets of tin from the 5 and dime. Shun the rhyme. Take your time.

None is left anyway.

All has become black bitterness.

Fear is a password to freedom, we’re told. Take it or leave America behind. Your country or mine. Who knows anymore? We receive the news as it is created, without thought, reflection or introspection.

Without bitterness.

Insects swarm in the swamps of stinking sinking subdivisions where we feast on bologna sandwiches and the muscular, thick meat of chopped tongues conversing in glossolalia.

All has become black bitterness.