The impact of the President's term as a community organizer has been severely under-appreciated. Chicago's murder pandemic is the end result of his calculated exploitation of American Black communities--to which he is alien.
The President's application of Saul Alinsky's weaponized cultural Marxism has resulted primarily in raising the Chicago Black homicide rate to the proportion of ethnic cleansing--perhaps the ultimate goal defined in elite foundation boardrooms.
The surface result of the President's racialistic implementation of Alinskyism is ginning up young African-American men to be unable to resist the cultural script of lethally defying police civil authority--even those who secretly want to live. But police go home at night.
Ninety-nine percent of that grand theft auto mentality operates on the innocent people.
Sync the description of Alinsky's core program with Administration policies formenting young Black warfare against their own communities:
"'The organizer's first job is to create the issues or problems,' and 'organizations must be based on many issues.' The organizer 'must first rub raw the resentments of the people of the community; fan the latent hostilities of many of the people to the point of overt expression. He must search out controversy and issues, rather than avoid them, for unless there is controversy people are not concerned enough to act. An organizer must stir up dissatisfaction and discontent.'"
This is not a recipe for life happiness for kids, families and communities, it is a witches brew to produce a poison to turn peoples and nations into easily controlled thralls.
Trump knows all this. His staff needs to shield him from the feke-blizzard coming at him, so he can practice his true calling of statesmanship.
The ultimate revenge against the President is to thoroughly purge his influence from history.
I sure jacked you up, didn't I, Amrika? My program is 'get-even-with-them-ism', even against those who never did 'my people' (Kenyans) any harm--not that I ever cared about 'my people'.
But I still expect you to honor me with the laurels of power, otherwise, how can I be the superior of the Presidents prior to 44, if I'm not accorded equal honor, even if I despised the honors.
I was the spawn of ice giants, who have no 'sons'. In the house of Odin, I came up knowing sonship, but only by adoption. I craved the advantages of true sonship. But after I was accorded it, sonship, however generously or heartfelt it was extended, couldn't truly penetrate my being. I confused self-assertion with destruction. To be myself, all I can do is destroy.