They’re protesting in Davos, facing the water cannons while decrying the tyranny flooding in from American shores. The world is objecting in France and Denmark as well. And in Germany. And the U.K. And also, of course, in Minneapolis, where much of everything now hangs in the balance.
In the days ahead—and likely this week—the United States Supreme Court will decide whether Donald J. Trump’s obscenely cynical regime must face its own global hubris, in whole or in part. That is, if the justices rule that the Senate’s anti-democratic allowance of the International Emergency Economic Powers Act-fueled tariffs that have become a primary cudgel and weapon of division wielded by a mad king and his racist, eugenicist, anti-science, pro-Putin dictatorial masters are, indeed, a dictator’s farce and not to be permitted.
Because, of course, there is no national U.S. emergency, other than the one Trump and Project 2025 fabricated last year. An acknowledgment of that truth from the deeply compromised SJC might be a first beam of good fortune in the fight to keep America. John Roberts and his captives must simply agree that some shred of the United States of America is worth saving, regardless of the avarice and hate on display.
Even if the court decides to run with a partial restriction, this too would be a kind of victory for democracy, though not as resounding as a full rejection of the tariffs that the nation should not be imposing.
In both cases, the outcome may well be influenced by the past week’s chaos, marked as it was by Trump’s unhinged ravings in the wilderness of a plan to invade Greenland for unclear reasons (other than his loathsome, wounded pride). Meanwhile, some one-thousand five-hundred U.S. soldiers are allegedly armed and ready to enter Minneapolis, even as the unelected deputy director of Naziism, Stephen Miller, tweets to local law enforcement that they are supposed to “stand down” and allow the regime’s neo-Gestapo, neo-SS to assume complete command.
Friends, this is the precipice. There is no going forward without a change of strategy and action. And there is no going back.
Before proceeding, as is now a kind of end-times monthly custom at All Your Days, please find, above, a song of energy and good faith. A song for better tidings. A musical and lyrical pause to regroup the senses and a reminder that it will only take one.
Resistance against this tide may well turn on a single, solitary soul standing forth in the face of domestic terror and authoritarianism’s fist. A single individual speaking reason to power with their mind and body. It won’t happen at a computer, but it may well happen on somebody’s block. On a block where the American people are fed up enough.
If Minneapolis and the tariffs, and Greenland, and Ukraine, and Venezuela—if these are the Tiananmens of the times—may this small offering, a new song and video that traces its roots to another time of troubles (its very first version emerged during the runup to the Iraq War in the 2000s), remind us of what we already know: the threat is coming from inside the building, but so will the solution.
This is “First Ray of Hope.” Stay strong. Keep it going. More on Thursday.
