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NO KINGS, NO DICTATORS, NO PROBLEM: AMERICA’S OCTOBER 18 SHOWDOWN


 NO KINGS, NO DICTATORS, NO PROBLEM

AMERICA’S OCTOBER 18 SHOWDOWN

Ah, October 2025. The leaves are turning, pumpkin spice is everywhere, and President Donald J. Trump is once again treating the Oval Office like his personal tantrum tent. Remember when world leaders gathered at the United Nations for what should have been a somber discussion on global peace? Instead, we got Trump channeling his inner third-grader, screeching about "fake news" and "low-IQ" adversaries while the assembled dignitaries exchanged glances that screamed, "Is this guy for real?" It was less a speech and more a performance art piece titled The Art of the Yell. And just days later, in a totally weird briefing with military brass, he reportedly floated ideas for "retribution squads" to go after his critics – you know, the ones who dare to vote or tweet against him. Embarrassing? Sure. Shocking? In 2025, it's basically Tuesday. But here's the kicker: Americans, from sea to shining sea, are over it. Even the MAGA die-hards are starting to whisper, "Maybe tone down the playground bully vibe, Donnie."


Let's rewind the tape on this week's fiasco, shall we? At the UN, Trump's monologue devolved into a 45-minute roast of everyone from world leaders to the guy who refills the coffee urn. "You're all losers!" he bellowed, or something equally profound, while delegates from nations that actually have functioning democracies stifled yawns and checked their watches. The world watched in horrified fascination as the leader of the free world – or what's left of it under his watch – turned a diplomatic forum into a WWE smackdown. Cut to the Pentagon powwow: Sources say he ranted about purging "disloyal" officers and deploying federal agents to "monitor" anti-Trump protests. It's like if The Apprentice met 1984, with Trump as both the host and Big Brother. The fallout? Allies abroad are distancing themselves faster than a vegan at a steakhouse, and at home, the collective eye-roll could power a small city.


But don't take my word for it – the polls are screaming louder than a Trump tweetstorm. That Pew Research survey dropped like a mic at a comedy roast: A whopping 62% of Americans now view his rhetoric as "hateful and divisive," up from 55% just six months ago. Even among Republicans, approval for his "tough talk" has dipped to 48%, with 12% admitting it's "gone too far." MAGA faithful? Crickets. Or rather, quiet grumbles about how "the boss needs to chill." It's as if the emperor's new clothes are starting to look suspiciously like footie pajamas. Americans aren't just tired; we're exhausted. This isn't leadership; it's a looped YouTube clip of a kid stomping his feet because he didn't get the last Capri Sun.


And here's where it gets from eye-rollingly absurd to downright dangerous: Trump's verbal diarrhea isn't just hot air – it's lighter fluid on a dumpster fire. We're talking a measurable spike in violence, racism, sexism, xenophobia, and a national case of the jitters that no chamomile tea can cure. Remember those Brookings Institution data dives from back in the day? They nailed it: Counties that hosted Trump rallies in 2016 saw hate crimes jump 226% in the following weeks compared to similar spots without the circus. Fast-forward to now, and it's déjà vu all over again. His anti-immigrant screeds – calling migrants "animals" and "invaders" – aren't just red meat for the base; they're a permission slip for prejudice. Experiments cited in those reports show that mere exposure to his bigoted barbs makes people 20-30% more likely to express bias against Latinos, Muslims, or anyone who doesn't look like they stepped out of a Duck Dynasty reunion.


Why does this stick? Because, as sociologists point out, Trump's brand of xenophobia is sneakily "socially acceptable." Slap a "build the wall" sticker on your overt racism, and suddenly it's not that taboo. It's like racism's skinny jeans – uncomfortable, but hey, it fits the narrative. Long-term Hispanic residents, who've been paying taxes and mowing lawns since before Mar-a-Lago was a thing, are bearing the brunt. Interpersonal interactions? Poisoned. Neighborhood barbecues? Tense. And the ripple effects? A Perspectives on Terrorism analysis lays it bare: Trump's demagoguery – that classic "us vs. them" snake oil – has turbocharged political violence. From schoolyard bullying mimicking his insults (up 25% in surveyed districts) to assaults on journalists (because "fake news" apparently means "punchable"), his words aren't whispers in the wind; they're Molotov cocktails lobbed into the public square.


Take the psychological toll: Minority communities are living in a low-grade fever dream of anxiety, with studies linking his rhetoric to spikes in mental health crises. Kids parroting "shithole countries" on the playground? Check. Elderly Asian Americans dodging glares because of "China virus" echoes? Double check. And violence? Oh boy. That same academic paper documents how his calls to "fight like hell" (remember January 6?) inspired everything from mass shootings to pipe-bomb plots. It's not correlation; it's causation with a side of causation. Trump's not just pissing people off – he's fraying the national fabric, one hateful quip at a time. We're not talking abstract "division"; we're talking real blood, real fear, real families shattered because some orange-tinted oracle decided scapegoating sells.


So, what now? Sit back with popcorn and hope he rage-quits to golf more? Nah. Americans, bless our stubborn hearts, are lacing up for round two of rebellion. Enter No Kings 2.0 – the protest extravaganza set to explode on October 18th, in every zip code from sea to sensible shoes. If No Kings 1 was the appetizer (mobilizing millions across 2,169 communities like a patriotic game of telephone), this sequel is the main course, with organizers gunning to shatter records and shatter illusions. Picture it: A coast-to-coast chorus of "No thrones for tyrants!" as we dust off our comfiest protest kicks and those "No Kings" signs we've been Sharpie-ing since his inauguration sequel.


Spearheaded by Indivisible – that scrappy grassroots juggernaut with 2,500 local chapters stronger than a double espresso – No Kings 2 isn't some Beltway brainstorm. It's a decentralized uprising, from rural redoubts to urban strongholds, proving resistance isn't just for blue cities. Backed by heavy hitters like the ACLU (defending your right to chant), SEIU, AFT and NEA (union muscle for the working stiffs), and a coalition of do-gooders who've been grinding since the first "Muslim ban" meltdown, this thing's got infrastructure: Tech for coordinating without Big Brother's binoculars, security protocols tighter than Trump's grip on Twitter, and marketing that could sell ice to penguins. Why now? Because Trump's latest fever dream – a $171 billion slush fund for a "secret police force" to spy on dissenters – isn't The Handmaid's Tale fanfic; it's a signed bill. Add in his troop deployments to "pacify" cities, mass ICE roundups that make Zero Dark Thirty look like a tea party, and boasts about how Americans secretly crave a dictator (spoiler: we don't), and you've got a recipe for revolt.


The genius? It's not just yelling into the void. Organizers are laser-focused on peaceful, pervasive pushback – think candlelit vigils in small towns rubbing elbows with megaphone marches in metropolises. "Courage is contagious," they say, and damn if it isn't. No Kings 2 counters the militarized mayhem head-on, reminding everyone that power isn't a birthright for billionaires; it's ours, the people, to wield or withhold. It's a middle finger to election meddling, immigrant-bashing, and policies that feather the nests of the elite while the rest of us dodge tariffs like dodgeballs. And with a government shutdown looming like a bad sequel, the timing's spicier than a jalapeño tweet.


Critics – okay, mostly talking heads on cable news – might scoff: "Protests? In this economy?" But history's on our side. From suffragettes to civil rights marchers, change doesn't RSVP; it shows up with signs and stamina. No Kings 2 is that reminder: We're not subjects; we're citizens. Trump's not a king; he's a fleeting fever, and we're the fever-breaker. Even if you're not marching (yet), dip a toe – host a watch party, donate to Indivisible's war chest, or just crank up some Springsteen and ponder how far we've come (and how much farther we gotta go).



In the end, Trump's tantrums might echo in the halls of power, but they can't drown out the roar of a nation waking up. On October 18th, from parking lots to town squares, we'll paint our signs, slip on our sneakers, and shout it from the rooftops: No kings, no crowns, no quarter for clowns. America, let's make some noise – the kind that topples thrones, not the kind that builds walls. Who's with me?





No Kings https://www.nokings.org/


Indivisible https://indivisible.org/



50501 — 50 protests, 50 states, 1 movement https://www.fiftyfifty.one/ 



Big Education Ape: NO KINGS II: TRUMP - THE KING WHO CRIED "FREE SPEECH" https://bigeducationape.blogspot.com/2025/09/no-kings-ii-trump-king-who-cried-free.html