Sunday, 22 March 2026

That's the line to cross?

Well, the proverbial "Cat's outta the bag" so to say, and I'm about to post an opinion of someone I read on social media about the state of things below the 45th parallel. I guess now that I've gone down the path of negativity toward the present POTUS, I can't travel to the USA for fear of how the ICE and Border Officials will react ... Well, TBH, I had zero plans for doing so anyway.

Steve McEachern, according to his own web site profile, "I am CEO of WebMarket Consultants Incorporated, Marketing.Legal™, and tech-stack architect of the Success.Legal™ ecosystem. I oversee business logic, application development, digital asset/equity valuation, and other aspects within the Canadian legal profession ecosystem. Information provided here is solely for technology demonstration and testing purposes. I am not a lawyer, nor licensed in any way by any Law Society or Bar Association. I am unable to provide legal advice to the public." 
I provide that as a potential lens for what I will provide down below.

Having read some of McEachern's musings on social media, I have to say that I am impressed by how he writes, what he writes about, and how he lays out his argument. A friend of mine was born, raised, and educated in Canada, but his career path led he and his wife to the deep south where they have lived for 30+ years (it actually might be closer to 40+). We don't have many discussions about US politics, but we've shared boat loads of minutes discussing things we struggle to understand, and the following I offer as a HMMM moment.

If you know Steve McEachern, and are already aware of his views, I don't think you'll gain a whole lot of new insight, but if you've never heard of him, give this a read.

πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ I’m Canadian. That means I don’t get a vote in American elections. But don’t get it twisted — I’ve still got skin in this bloody game. When the United States lights the world on fire, the smoke drifts north, the oil markets spike, our soldiers end up in your wars, and the global economy rattles like an out of control eighteen-wheeler at the intersection of the 401 and DVP.


So yeah. Some of us outside your borders have been watching this circus for years.


And here’s the part that blows the mind:

It wasn’t the 34 felony convictions.

It wasn’t being found liable for sexual assault.

It wasn’t the six bankruptcies.

It wasn’t the porn star scandal while his wife had a newborn.

It wasn’t the classified documents piled up in a Mar-a-Lago bathroom.

It wasn’t January 6th.

It wasn’t the Epstein file questions.

It wasn’t gutting healthcare for millions.

It wasn’t getting his tariffs swatted down by his own Supreme Court.


No.

None of that did it.


You know what finally cracked the skulls of the flag-waving, pickup truck-driving, “don’t tread on me” freedumbers?

The fucking gas price.

That’s the line.

That’s where the moral compass suddenly spun back to life. Not democracy. Not decency. Not the rule of law. Not dead soldiers. Not destabilizing half the Middle East.


Nope.


The number on the sign at the gas station.

That’s what finally did it.


Nick Fuentes — an actual white nationalist — is now telling his followers to vote Democrat.

Let that sink through your skull for a second.

The guy who had dinner with Trump at Mar-a-Lago is now saying vote blue because the GOP “broke every single promise.” Epstein cover-ups. No mass deportations. And now a regime-change war in the Middle East that supposedly was never going to happen.


Alex Jones nearly cried on air.

“I needed Trump as my lifeboat,” he said. “And I’m watching it sink.”

The same guy who told parents of murdered six-year-olds their kids were crisis actors is now having a televised emotional collapse because his strongman hero turned out to be full of shit.

Tragic.

My heart absolutely fucking bleeds.


Joe Rogan — the guy who practically delivered the bro vote in 2024 — just told eleven million listeners the Iran war is “insane” and people feel “betrayed.”

Betrayed.

Man, Rogan had Trump on his podcast, endorsed him the night before the election, went to the inauguration like a kid at Disneyland… and now he’s sitting there scratching his head going, “This doesn’t make any sense.”

No shit, Joe.


Millions of us — including those of us outside your borders whose economies get dragged along with yours — have been screaming that into the void for ten goddamn years.


Tucker Carlson now says the strikes are “disgusting and evil.”

Megyn Kelly says she has “serious doubts.”

Matt Walsh is suddenly calling out conservative influencers for being anti-war until about five minutes ago.

Andrew Tate — the self-help prophet of the permanently online — is asking why bombing Iran benefits anyone in America.


And here’s the bit that really makes you want to throw a chair through a window.

Every single one of these people was warned.

They were told about the grift.

They were told about the lies.

They were told about the incompetence.

They were told that a guy who managed to bankrupt casinos might not be the wizard of economic management.

They were told “America First” was a bumper sticker, not a policy.

They were told tariffs would backfire.

They were told grocery prices would climb.

They were told.


And what did they say?


They said we were hysterical.

They said we were snowflakes.

They said we had Trump Derangement Syndrome.

They said we just couldn’t handle winning.


Well congratulations, champions.


Gas is up sixty cents in a month making rightwingers cry.

Oil just blasted past $120USD a barrel.

The Strait of Hormuz is closed.

Seven American soldiers are dead in a war that didn’t have to happen.

Manufacturing jobs are evaporating.

Groceries are climbing again making rightwingers cry.

The Trumpian approval rating is in the toilet.


Apparently that is what winning looks like.


The “f&$k around” phase of Trumpian MAGAts lasted about eight years.

The “find out” phase just arrived possibly like a bloody extinction-level asteroid.


And the saddest part?

It’s not that people are finally noticing.


It’s why.


It wasn’t morality.

It wasn’t empathy.

It wasn’t democracy.

It wasn’t the constitution.

It wasn’t dead civilians halfway across the planet.


It was the extra twenty bucks it costs to fill the F-150 of a redneck named Cletus who eats cornbread and baked squirrel then burps the alphabet, while calling out his own sister’s name when masturbating to the demolition of his hometown’s water tower.


That’s the entire MAGA movement distilled to its purest essence.


They didn’t give a shit about democracy.

They didn’t give a shit about norms.

They didn’t give a shit about anyone who wasn’t them.


But the moment the petrol pump hits their wallet, suddenly everyone’s a political philosopher. From up here in Canada — and frankly from a lot of places around the world that get dragged into the consequences of American decisions — we’ve been watching this slow-motion disaster for years.


Welcome to the find out stage, boys.

Some of us have been waiting for you.

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