One of These Things Is Not Like the Others (And I'm Not the Only One that Knows it)

 

An illustrated U.S. map rendered as a stitched patchwork, fraying at the coasts and unraveling at the center. Coastal states pull away while D.C. unravels. Stitched-in words like “Truth” and “Fear” evoke structural fragmentation. The image conveys national disunity and quiet resistance.
We are at an age when dedicated self-interest is choking democracy at the throat. Truth—real, unvarnished, hard-edged truth—can’t even get back in the room anymore. Not because it’s been disproven. But because if it were let in, it would name names. And those names? Too many of them now come with book deals, speaking fees, and segment intros on cable news.


I saw it clearly when I wrote Conditional. I’m not an expert. I’m not a specialist. But I’ve got eyes—and I grew up on Sesame Street. I know how to play “One of These Things Is Not Like the Others.”

So why is it that not a single major voice warning us about autocracy ever brings up the most glaring difference between the U.S. and every fallen democracy they compare us to?

We do not have a centralized government.

We are a federal patchwork. Fifty laboratories. Fifty separate power centers. That’s not a glitch. That’s the whole damn design.

Would that save us? Maybe. All of us? Probably not. But would California go down without a fight? Not a chance. And they wouldn't go alone.

If California pulls away, Washington, Oregon, and likely Nevada follow—the entire western seaboard, the fifth-largest economy in the world on its own.

If New York steps back, New Jersey, Connecticut, Rhode Island, and Massachusetts are right behind. And don’t forget: all the intellectual capital—the scientists, the scholars, the policy minds—that this administration has thrown away? It’s not going to Tulsa. It’s going to end in California or New Jersey, where reality still has a seat at the table.

That’s not fantasy. That’s structural possibility. And the fact that no one in the expert class talks about it? That’s not ignorance—it’s avoidance. Because acknowledging it might mean telling the public:“We still have levers. But they don’t run through Washington.” And that would make a lot of these so-called defenders of democracy a lot less central to the solution.

And yes, let’s be clear—because I know what game the critics play:

I’m not talking about Joe Biden.
I’m talking about Donald Trump.

The man selling access. The man peddling NFTs and building a crypto empire while fantasizing about reopening Alcatraz. The man who is very visibly—almost proudly—corrupt. This isn’t conspiracy. This is commerce.

And yet, somehow, the people who claim to oppose him the loudest have the most to gain from his continued existence. Think about that.

How many have a book deal?
How many launched a new podcast in the last two years?
How many now sport “contributor” tags on Sunday talk shows?

Trump is good for their bottom line.
That’s the grift behind the grift.
And you can’t fight rot while profiting from the fungus.

But let’s carve a lane for the ones who still do stand up. For the voices that keep pushing, even when the cameras are off.

For people like Mark Elias, still fighting in court.
For Bill Owens, who stood up when so many stayed seated.
For Neal Katyal, who still believes in the law even after watching the Court betray it.
For Andrew Weissmann, who keeps showing up—legal sleeves rolled, facts intact.
For Judge John William “Tim” Rudduck, and the quiet, unbought judges who haven’t forgotten what the Constitution says.
For the ACLU, holding the line case after case, even when the wins are quiet and the fights are long.
For the local leaders, the poll workers, the election lawyers—the ones without a press team, but with a spine.

They’re proof that not everyone’s in on the grift.
That some people still believe in accountability—not as a slogan, but as a duty.

And that’s why I don’t believe Trump is invincible. In fact, I believe he can be backed down.

Bring him face to face with a reality where he doesn’t hold all the cards—
where states show him they have options, and people remind him he does not speak for everyone—
and suddenly, the man who sells strength starts to shrink.

Let him realize that history could remember him not as a leader, certainly not as a savior—

but as the man who took the “United” out of United States.
Not a kingmaker.
Not a patriot.
Just a con man who tried to crown himself.

That’s the real check. Not from Washington. But from us.

And that’s why I’m angry. That’s why I can’t trust the experts. If they really believe the sky is falling, why are they just sitting there sipping tea and filing their nails? You want people to care? Then act like it’s real. Act like it matters.

Because right now?
Right now in America?

The truth doesn’t look endangered.
It looks inconvenient.

And if that’s the hill no one’s willing to die on—
Then maybe it’s time we found some new heroes.


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