Fitz Bits

Jun 18, 2025

With the Big Bad Budget Bill in their wicked claws Senate Republicans are contemplating selling off vast chunks and assorted bits of public lands. The America Teddy Roosevelt loved. The virgin west. Sold to soiled hands. Would bits of Sabino Canyon be on the auction block?

They want to privatize everything. Education. Mail. Veterans Admin.

Just like Putin did when old Russia died. Vladimir sold off all the publicly owned companies to his rich “free market loving” corrupt friends. The MAGA Republicans would never reward their tech bros like that would they?

And javelina don’t stink.

Next, on my tiny mind, how this anti-intellectual MAGA moment resembles the Maoist Cultural Revolution. Soon prisoners labeled “NPR lovers” will be paraded through town, forced to wear dunce caps cut from diplomas, heads bowed, marched to the town square next to their “leftist” Professors, as MAGAs shout “Renounce Neil deGrasse Tyson! Down with Science!”

Headline I want to see: Welfare cheats hard at work writing letters to the editor.

Within ten weeks

Within ten weeks the police state will be here. Okay nine. Maybe eleven.

We have reason to believe you have a “NO KINGS” sign in your possession?
What?
You were seen and photographed holding it at a rally in the past.
Since when is that a crime? Who said they saw me? Do you have a warrant?
You are accused of plotting insurrection, making threats against the President, slandering the President-
I am not speaking to you any further-
Your Neighborhood MAGA watch Committee reported that you-
Go to Hell.
Turn around. You are charged with resisting a Federal Officer. Your Anti-Americanism will land you in jail unless-
Unless?
You give us names; give up your insurrectionist contacts. We have everything on you since the ink dried on your Birth Certificate.

Masks

The people who refused to wear masks to protect themselves during a plague because it limited their freedom are now wearing masks to protect their identities when they limit yours.

Have you joined your MAGA neighborhood watch group?

Are you surprised how many Americans are willing to do Trump’s dirty work? Are you looking over your shoulder and watching what you say in public? Are you reluctant to wear your anti-Trump shirt in public? or are you proudly defiant?

I would not want to be the lug nut who has to write the “help wanted” ads for ICE.

Do you have what it takes to take people away from their families? Do you have a longing to goose-step on your fellow man? A suspicion you might be racially and morally superior to others? Play Gestapo! Join ICE.
Serve the the Bro-ligarchy and wear a mask.
Won’t be long until you’re manning guard tower AI consoles in Trumpolia’s new state of the art Palantir designed concentration camps out in America’s outback.
Your future’s bright until a robo-dog replaces you. Apply to Kristi “Leather Lips” Noem, Homeland Insecurity Cosplay Director.

If I were a very rich MAGA donor friend of President Trump I would want—-

To buy some public land the instant it became available private land. If I were a very rich donor friend of President Trump I would want to build a shopping mall at the entrance to my sweet Sabino Canyon parcels with my new Disney-esque-Planet Hollywood “Visitor’s Center” built next to my Sonoran “Sir Vival of the Fittest” Food Court next to the Sandquarium which will be the only way you can access your ride up Sabino Canyon in your very own twin passenger aerial drone, straight up the canyon to the Escalante Drone Port where you’ll disembark and hike 20 feet to the Escalante Escalator sponsored by Trump Bibles which will lift you 5,000 feet up to my Rotating Food Court overlooking Windy Point from where I will hang the world’s largest “TRUMP 2028” Flag. That’s what I’d probably do If I were a very rich MAGA donor friend of President Trump.

Tucson’s NO KINGS event

Ellen and I went to the NO KINGS event and I was blown away by the length of the line so I parked at my son’s home nearby and we wandered on foot and ye, verily, we entered the Sacred House of Democracy and our souls were lifted up, and our eyes were on the rising of the People’s lamps of liberty across this land. Every single one there understood why they were there. Bigger crowds than responded to the approach of the Redcoats to Lexington and Concord. We got the assignment. We defeated Fascism once. We can do it again.

Two Kittens

And that’s why we got two new kittens. Sisters. Mongrels. Ten weeks-ish, one is half Siberian Moose, the other is a Caramel Tabby. Passed their plague tests. Yay. On Father's Day I gave myself the gift of these two rumbly tumble fluffy girls, wrote prose for Oliver the Lost and fretted over female kitten names

I like the role of zookeeper. It’s a place to practice kindness.

The sun is setting

The sun is setting after a triple digit day, doves are hooing above me in our old mesquite and wandering bands of quail are clucking like tiny desert chickens out there beyond our rusted metal fence.

And there are apex predators out there in the dark. Rattlers. Power mad Silicon Valley programmers. Screech Owls. Corrupt, parasitic con men that prey on the gullible. Hungry bobcats. Messianic billionaires. Beyond our walls there is a primeval struggle between those who would dominate us and leave us to live like animals and those who would rather die free. Beyond our walls the coyote howls, mourning the nation that could have been and the harsh desert of our own making to come.