We don’t watch the parade. We hold the line after
Not because we don’t see it.
But because we’ve seen it before.
The tension in Los Angeles isn’t isolated.
It’s a preface.
ICE raids lit the match.
Federal troops hit the streets under the guise of “order.”
Protests swell, then curfews fall.
But this isn’t about law. It’s about positioning.
Saturday’s parade isn’t celebration—it’s staging.
He needs the image: flags behind, brass beside, cameras locked in.
Because what follows won’t look peaceful.
History walks beside us here.
When strongmen feel boxed—when the courts circle, when allies waver, when the people stop flinching—they don’t shrink.
They double.
Franco brought parades to soften the boot.
Pinochet used military theatre to mask purges.
Mubarak, Ceausescu, Marcos—each one wrapped failing control in national pride before they cracked down.
The pattern isn’t mystery.
It’s muscle memory.
So what happens next?
Here’s how it tends to go:
- Optics First.
Saturday, he plays strength. Parade. Patriotism. Power on display. - Trigger After.
Once the lights dim, expect a provoked moment—L.A., maybe. A clash, maybe planted, maybe not. - Order Issued.
He frames it as emergency. Claims “chaos.” Sends more troops, more raids, suspends process. - Test of Command.
The real question lands on the military: follow, flinch, or fold? - Narrative War.
He paints dissent as disloyalty. Anyone who steps back is branded traitor. - Break or Bend.
That’s the moment history turns. Either institutions crack… or they hold.
He’s afraid.
Not of protesters.
But of irrelevance.
Of becoming a man with a podium and no one behind him.
That fear breeds theater.
That theater breeds risk.
So we won’t feed it.
We all need to watch from the back of the room.
In the shadows.
Not in hiding—but in refusal.
Refusal to play audience.
Refusal to give him the crowd he craves.
Let him perform to empty chairs.
Let the streets speak instead—
the real rally is the one that rises against the spectacle,
not beneath it.
We don’t chant. We don’t clap.
We antagonize him with absence.
No views. No shows. No fuel.
But we are watching—
his moves,
his orders,
the military’s answer.
That’s where the real call lives.
Not in the noise of the parade,
but in the moment the gears either turn…
or seize.
We’ll be there.
Back of the room.
Eyes steady.
Pen ready.
Difinace ready to respond…”No Man Will Take Us Under”
“Filed June 13, 2025 | Early Watch”
