It’s Wednesday after Mid-Term Election Day 2025. The Democrats swept. Because . . . Trump. The Wicked Wizard is dead. Salmon Voldemort vanquished. We exhale. Act V went the way we wanted.
28 states voted. Virginia and New Jersey flipped blue. Mamdani took New York City. California passed Prop 50—because Trump, and a Supreme Court that doesn’t understand what’s understood. The only fair elections are Democratic victories. Everything else is Nazi slime.
Are we sure this is the end of the MAGAts? It’s supposed to be. But there’s doubt. Worrisome doubt. Mamdani’s win feels off. Toxic, maybe. Just saying.
He’s My Boyfriend
Toxic/abusive men have to be charming to capture their victims. The cycle always starts with a honeymoon phase. Toxic/abusive politicians are adept at the honeymoon. Promises to remove struggle and provide leisure charm the voters. Eden restored as if struggle could be decreed away.
This week’s election victories came from Democratic strongholds—territory long held by a disciplined political machine. The machine flexed. But the troubles that elected Trump haven’t vanished. Remove Trump, and the grievances remain. If your tribe is Blue, don’t mistake this for the dawn of a New Age.
We held an election. Red Tribe news media–WHPT–is moaning about their nightmare–the kids are in charge and doing it wrong. Because . . . clicks. But change isn’t linear or quick. This isn’t over.
First There Was Nothing
Socialism and Communism resonate 陰 (yin). Yin consumes. It is what births light. My paraphrase of Joseph Campbell’s depiction of creation myths, “Out of nothing came something. The something became two and the two became many.”
We won’t get to anarchy, to no government. Governance is an essential need. Its absence tends to foster imperialism because the populace needs things brought under control. Constitutional Republican government is the other successful model. But it’s annoyingly slow and capricious. Of Socialism/Communism or other utopian schemes tracing their parentage to Marx/Mao and others, these are the fantasies of university educated, angry young people alive in chaotic times.
Socialism has a bitter root. Its core is grievance. This makes it 陰. It is the abyss from which something new is born. Ask a Socialist or Anarchist what they are for, what’s their vision for the future? They’ll say, “property and wealth are theft. The people will own the means of production. Housing will be owned by the collective,” like an incantation. Because that’s the untried thing that will work.
You Can’t Eliminate Capitalism
Socialism and Communism have been tried. Only five countries remain—China, Cuba, Laos, North Korea, and Vietnam. Each survives by allowing just enough capitalism to prevent collapse. 陰 doesn’t create—it consumes. Marx, Engels, Mao, Stalin, Lenin, Hitler, Mussolini… their utopian visions were brutal. And enough of our grandchildren believe those visions that we may see them rise again. God help us.
This week’s Democratic victories are typical of a midterm election. They won where their machine was strong. But this wasn’t a triumph—it was a wheezing, decrepit win that exposed the true nature of Virginia’s Democratic Party. The same party that once supported the KKK and opposed desegregated schools.
Today’s Democratic Party is Maoist in posture. Its answer to every problem is imperial rule. Mao didn’t liberate China—he crowned himself emperor. Spanberger, now Governor-elect of Virginia, is a machine politician. Her rise comes not from grassroots momentum, but from the gears of the Democratic Machine.
She shares with her party the belief that the best organization to own and run everything is the government. Private ownership is cast as evil—tainted by all the ists and isms. And in a final contradiction, the party that claims to champion diversity chose a white, establishment woman over Winsome Sears—the very kind of candidate they say they stand for.
Recovering Wife Beater
I left my family in 2002, four months after 9/11. Ours was an abusive house. We fought and hurt each other. I stayed in that marriage for seven years—it never got better. I entered 2002 twice convicted of domestic battery. One more conviction would have made me a habitual offender. Prison time. As painful as abandoning my family was, it didn’t feel as bad as becoming a convicted felon.
But this is a post about an election, right? It is. The party that won feels like an abusive boyfriend. The cycle is familiar: honeymoon, tension, explosion, repeat. The outcomes are always the same—injury, death, or rupture.
So what does this have to do with a rich white woman becoming Virginia’s governor or a Tunisian immigrant becoming mayor of New York City? More than you might think. Both are Democrats, both elected by the might of the machine.
Lernaean Hydra
Spanberger pitched herself as a centrist moderate, but her rhetoric says otherwise. Her published words anchor her as a true believer in DEI, trans-ideology, and the indelible stains of ist and ism used to silence dissent. She’s more socialist than her campaign admitted.
Zohran Mamdani is an avowed Communist. He learned his catechism well. His promises—free buses, government-owned supermarkets, rent control, and punitive taxes on corporations—are catnip to young women. Damned right those evil capitalists should pay for their sins!
Well . . . this quote is apropos: “The problem with socialism is that you eventually run out of other people’s money.” —Margaret Thatcher, speech to the Conservative Party Conference, 1976 (attributed)
Mamdani got elected on grievance. New York has three problems he campaigned on. First, landlords are charging impossible rents that price the working man out of living in the city. Next, groceries, transit fares, and childcare are all too expensive. And those damned rich corporations enslaving the poor folk to extortionist rents. They need to be brought down!
Kombucha Democracy
Spanberger is Mamdani rebranded for the Beltway brunch crowd—same machine logic, different register. She threads redistribution, DEI catechism, and moralized governance into a compostable cup with a moderate label. Her campaign was smartly marketed socialism, tailored for Northern Virginia’s federal workforce, wine moms, and the kombucha caucus. She sings the correct hymnal for her Alexandria and DC friends: CIA field agent, Postal Inspector, Mom of three, Congresswoman for Virginia’s Seventh.
All staid. All safe. It’s still Mamdani’s hymn—just in a major key and 4:4 time. And still a dirge rooted in grievance. The central message is that government is the answer. Uncle Sam can fix it. The law—and more of it—can solve all these problems. Just elect more Democrats, write more policies, demand more taxes, and Eden will be restored. Facts.
In 2024 we did an evil thing. We elected Salmon Voldemort. Again. And he’s wrecking everything. Over a century of hard-working Democrats doing the people’s work to ensure their prosperity is now under siege. Pay no attention to the cities controlled by Democrats that are cesspools enmired in bureaucracy and thickets of briar made of regulations. All that is caused by the Nazis. No cap.
Out of the Darkness
This is not the abyss. It’s a midterm election—where the minority party glimpses the possibility of regaining control. But the deeper current remains unchanged: intellectuals like Marx, Engels, Proudhon, Bakunin, and Emma Goldman metabolized their misery into political theory. That theory metastasized into governance, pedagogy, and institutional dogma. We are still recovering from their political flu—a fever that sickened the world and now masquerades as moral clarity. The driving narratives of socialism’s founding fathers still hold sway as orthodoxy among DC’s middle-class elites. DC coughed and we are expected to get sick.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” —John 1:5, ESV
Nor is this a tragedy where the hero dies and we go home full of woe. If anything, we are deep into Act V—where the hero is losing and might die. But the hero’s tale should give us comfort: at the moment all seems lost, the story turns. The champion rises and the penultimate battle begins.
Minute Maid Mao
Trump is president. That sentence alone is three words of outrageous fortune—a violation of all that is correct and holy for the Woke True Folk. This is their darkest hour. Where it feels like our new address is across the River Styx in a four-floor walkup that was once home to Irish immigrants. Is it, though?
阴之道的时代正在走向终结。The age of the Tao of Yin is coming to a close. This is where out of the darkness, something new begins to stir. I cannot yet name what it is. But I know this: it will be of the light. And the darkness of the prior age, with all its false peace and velvet-gloved grievance, cannot overcome it. This is Exodus—the final act in a drama that began over a century ago with the saints of Socialism. Soon enough we will come to the top of the cycle where Yin yields to Yang and what’s next is revealed.