Alt-Thinking

Why is it that the rich keep growing richer and the poor poorer, yet the poor still vote for those the rich choose?
Because the rich shape the stories people hear, through media, adverts, politicians who speak like friends but legislate like financiers.
It’s persuasion layered over exhaustion.

#Epstein

#Epstein

15/15
And maybe the simplest way to end this medical record is also the loudest:

Release Epstein’s client list.

Just do it, Pam.

14/15
This wasn’t a tweet.
It was a cry for attention from a man who can’t exist unless he’s both hero and victim.

Haunted by history.
Warped by delusion.
Seduced by power.

13/15
And then the grand finale:
“Now it’s the HOTTEST Country in the World.”

Never mind the civil division.
The children deported.
The shattered democracy.
The coup attempt.

He’s still selling America like a steak with his name on it.

12/15
Most chilling?
The moral vacuum.

Epstein? “Somebody that nobody cares about.”
Pam Bondi? “Doing a FANTASTIC JOB,” because she defends the leader.

Merit? Irrelevant.
Loyalty? Everything.

11/15
You’ve seen this character on Netflix.
The charismatic leader.
The descent into madness.
The spiral toward catastrophe once the grip on power begins to slip.

10/15
This isn’t communication.
It’s indoctrination by volume.

A cult-u-tan leader shouting into the void, trying to drown out the creeping doubt whispering in his own mind.

9/15
The language?
Childish in syntax.
Authoritarian in tone.

“THE PERFECT administration.”
“THE TALK OF THE WORLD.”

A dictator with a reality TV budget.

8/15
He moves with the blind confidence of terminal narcissism.

“They used the Dossier on me,” he howls.

Me. Me. Me. Always me.

America didn’t lose an election.
It died. Until he resurrected it—at Mar-a-Lago, mid-golf swing.

7/15
Classic projection:
Whatever he’s done, he accuses others of it.

Epstein? A distraction—unless they use it against him.
Hunter’s laptop? Crucial.
His own indictments? Witch hunt.
His crimes? Patriotism.

6/15
This is public cognitive fragmentation.
A mind stapled together with imagined conspiracies and real grievance.

It’s not just delusion.
It’s strategy.

5/15
Enter Paranoia, Stage Right.
The Clintons.
Obama.
51 “intelligence agents.”
And, for flavour, the ghosts of JFK and MLK.
All conspiring—against him. Of course.

4/15
“What’s going on with my boys, and in some cases, gals?” he asks.
It’s not leadership.
It’s a prequel to The Godfather, if Don Vito wore a red hat and cried on social media.

3/15
This week’s entry in The Book of the Orangegutan begins as expected: betrayal, martyrdom, and… a woman.

Pam Bondi, apparently crucified by the ungrateful MAGA mob, despite doing the Lord Orangegutan’s work.

2/15
There are rants.
And then there’s what a desperate Orangegutan does:
lengthy, all-caps scriptures that read less like political commentary and more like psychiatric evidence.

1/15
The Orangegutan cult leader didn’t sleep last night.
He was wide awake, furiously tapping out tweets to rally his followers.
A dictator in decline, trying to shout over the crumbling echo of his own authority.

(10/10)
And so here we are, decades later, still counting the cost of peace that might have been, still mourning a future that never came. Rabin is buried in Jerusalem. The peace he sang for—may be buried with him.

(9/10)
You can’t make peace without leaders willing to be hated for it. And you can’t replace a Rabin with a man who prioritises polling over principle. History will say Rabin was killed by a gun. But it was certainty, rage, and sacred delusion that did the real damage.

(8/10)
Rabin’s ghost hovered over the room—less as inspiration than as a warning of what peace could cost. Clinton left office days after the talks collapsed and the Second Intifada began. In his memoirs, he blamed Arafat. But he knew something had died in 1995.

(7/10)
After Rabin, Clinton tried to keep the momentum. Shimon Peres stepped in briefly. Then came Netanyahu. His scepticism of Oslo wasn’t just ideological—it was political fuel. The peace process limped to Camp David 2000, with Barak, Arafat, Clinton. But trust had vanished.

(6/10)
He came from a climate of escalating right-wing rage. Rabin was painted as a traitor for offering land for peace—worse, for violating the myth that all of Greater Israel was sacred, God-given, and eternally Jewish. Amir pulled the trigger, but the climate loaded the gun.

(5/10)
Clinton hosted the handshake on the White House lawn—a moment drenched in symbolism, when history briefly bent toward reconciliation. But Israel, like any nation, is not immune to its fundamentalists. And Rabin’s assassin, Yigal Amir, was not just one man.

(4/10)
Rabin wasn’t sentimental. He had scars, not slogans. And unlike Western leaders who treat Palestine as rhetorical, he saw Palestinians not as threats to manage but as people deserving dignity. With Oslo in 1993, he shook Arafat’s hand and invited the world to believe.

(3/10)
Bill Clinton would spend the final years of his presidency trying to breathe life back into the corpse. But without Rabin, it was already dying. Clinton adored him: a soldier-turned-statesman, a man who had bled for Israel and could ask others to stop the bleeding.

(2/10)
Not killed by a Palestinian militant or foreign enemy—but by a Jewish extremist who believed peace was treason. It wasn’t just Rabin who died that night. A fragile hope, built through the Oslo Accords, was fatally wounded too. And though it staggered on, it never recovered.

(1/10)
There’s a story that needs telling today, as I often do on Saturdays. In the cold Jerusalem air of 4 Nov 1995, he stepped off the stage of a peace rally and into the crosshairs of a fellow Israeli. He had just sung “Shir LaShalom”, a Song for Peace. Minutes later, he was dead.

(7/7)
It’s tempting to say this is un-American. But it’s very American—just not the one we should be. It’s the America of the Three-Fifths Compromise. Of Jim Crow. Of exclusion acts. Of flags wrapped around boots. And the Orangeutan is holding the door wide open.

(6/7)
What happens when this spreads? Why stop with immigrants? Why not tie healthcare to work? (Oh wait—they do.) Why not tie voting to property? (Some still want to.) Why not let the market decide who belongs and who is disposable?