I am a communist. I have been writing about the Rapist’s power grabs for months. No one wanted to hear it. The New York Times has blacklisted me. I do not know why. But you can imagine how it feels to wake up in the morning, and find NYT is tied into fits again. You have obliterated my voice, and then you repeat what I have been saying for a long time. You repeat it, and then, you blacklist. What exactly is it you are afraid of. Or am I just being punished.

The New York Times is just doing what the Rapist does. Make sure no one else can articulate policy. Only the experts are allowed to speak. NYT is all about the censorship. It doesn’t need a red pen. It has musical chairs. Putin and the Rapist play their tunes, and we better dance to them before the cowboys arrive and start shooting at feet. I am not allowed to use the word stupid. NYT writers can use the term promiscuously. While we Little People shut our mouths and smile. It’s ordinary. It’s as mean as anything the Rapist has done or said. I predict that we will all be looking at photographs of Volodymyr Zelensky’s corpse hanging upside down in Red Square. Watch. Wait. And see.

While we are watching a corpse twist in the wind, anarchy will make a quick getaway from confinement. As usual, we won’t read about it until after it happens. I pity you. We are the people who beat King George at his own game. We are the people who put Hitler in a bunker. We hung Tojo by the neck. We elected the Rapist. We are not allowed a voice.