Dammit!! Calamity or Calumny — Disruption, Destruction & the Billionaire Squid Game
🕰️ Opening Reflection
Dammit!!
There comes a time when silence feels like betrayal and laughter turns to disbelief.
The last thread of common sense is unraveling in public view — a $300-million ballroom carved into the East Wing while federal workers wait for paychecks that politics has taken hostage.
And now, with one stroke of a pen, Donald Trump has FIRED, FIRED, FIRED!!! the entire Commission of Fine Arts — the very guardians of White House architecture. (See also reports in The Guardian and Newsweek.)
History dismissed. Oversight dismantled. Dignity demolished in broad daylight. This is not restoration. This is revelation — what greed and vanity look like when they wear the mask of patriotism.
🎥 A Thread of Voices — The Three Warnings
Video 1 – Mikela Panday | “The Signs in the Water”
Mikela speaks softly, but the gravity hits hard. Her words come from Trinidad and Tobago — a place now watching U.S. warships pull into port like shadows before a storm. Her question isn’t political. It’s human: what does security mean when the storm is invited?
She names what too many ignore — that the Caribbean has always been the testing ground when empires prepare to flex. A reminder that proximity to power is not protection.
Video 2 – “The Vanity Wing” (Booz Hamilton / Ballroom)
A lyrical thesis dressed in irony. The East Wing demolition is framed as theater — a ritual of ego, not governance.
Every phrase sounds like prophecy: when rulers build monuments instead of mercy, the cost is counted in silence.
Here, architecture becomes language — and it’s screaming. The plans for this new ballroom don’t just rearrange concrete; they re-script identity. Who gets to decide what remains sacred in the People’s House?
Video 3 – “History’s Echo Chamber” (The Nazi Bunker Parallel)
Calm, forensic, and more haunting for it. A reminder that totalitarian projects love the language of permanence.
Every empire that tries to outbuild time ends up trapped inside its own walls.
Are we building protection, or a tomb?
⚖️ The Common Thread
Three different voices. Three different vantage points. Yet one single warning — pay attention.
When nations start to rebuild in secret, the blueprints are never about beauty; they’re about control. And the construction isn’t just physical — it’s moral, cultural, psychological.
This is not “Making America Great.” This is the Billionaire Squid Game — played with taxpayers as the prize, and democracy as the wager.
🎭 Why I Call It “The Billionaire Squid Game”
Squid Game here is a parable — a gruelling expose of how those with power can dismantle the normalcy of life, turning survival into a spectacle of obedience.
The Squid Game I refer to isn’t the glossy Netflix binge; it’s the bitter parable it presents.
A gruelling production that exposes, in unschooled Gen Z terms, how those with power can dismantle the normalcy of life — turning survival into a spectacle of obedience.
Within its blood-red arenas, people are stripped of agency and forced to perform sanity according to rules written by unseen makers.
It’s a metaphor made flesh: when power decides that human worth is measured by usefulness to the game, the game itself becomes the prison.
That’s what this moment feels like.
A nation of contestants, trying to survive the demands of the game maker.
🕵🏽♀️ A Deeper Thread — The Billionaire Schema
There’s a name that keeps surfacing — not by coincidence but by design: Palantir.
Its reach runs deeper than data; it’s embedded in the contractor web that feeds and fuels the Trumptonian dynasty. Not a loose alliance, but a machine of corporate allegiance where defense contractors, intelligence vendors, and private donors write the script behind the scenes.
Read my earlier post — Show Me the Money Trail — This Is Not Fete — to see how the same network of finance and federal contracting forms the bloodstream of this operation. None of this is spontaneous. It is planned, strategic, and unflinching.
My writing isn’t stamped with the approval of The New York Times, or amplified by The Guardian, or echoed across the algorithms of the world’s social feeds. I am not the vigilante mouthpiece that needs coalition or consent.
I am one of many. Together, many ones become a movement — a quiet army of reckoning. Our words and our courage will be the cavalry of hope, resistance, and power.
New York just elected a new kind of voice: distinct, grounded, fearless. Washington D.C. is swelling with the militancy of truth-tellers — AOC, Bernie Sanders, Governor Newsom, Jasmine Crockett — and judges who still stand upright against tyranny.
Don’t be afraid. Your voice is needed — your vigilance is service. Not with a uniform, but with integrity and solidarity. The republic will not be restored by silence, but by citizens who refuse to let truth be bulldozed beneath marble and lies.
🔍 The Real Issue
This is more than a ballroom. It’s about who gets access, who profits, and who’s rewriting the rules of power while democracy stands still.
Stop the partisan smoke-screen. Demand full donor disclosure, public oversight, and architectural transparency at the People’s House.
📽️ Compilation Video
Title: Dammit!! Calamity or Calumny — Disruption, Destruction & the Billionaire Squid Game
Link: https://youtu.be/D-3h3pIQzag
Three voices. One pattern. Educational fair-use commentary. Sources credited in description.
🕯️ Closing
We are not helpless, but we are hypnotized. Calamity. Calumny. Disruption. Destruction. And yet, somewhere in that wreckage, truth still hums — quietly waiting for someone to listen, to document, to refuse to forget.
Because forever is not soon enough for the architects of infamy. But it’s more than enough for those who believe history still has a conscience.
— Grace C. Walker | Grace Notes Perspective
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