The Free Press in USA Under Fire. A Reminder of Adolf Hitler's Nazi Germany.

Donald Trump has been on a mission to destroy the Free Press in the United States of America. The Trumpster Dumpster wants to bury any of the mass media that dares to not fall into goose step and march to the looney tunes of Donald Trump and his loyal band of Daffy Ducks.

Quoting from an article I read on the internet:

[Adolf] Hitler came to power in Germany on January 30 1933 and almost immediately set out plans that would give the Nazis total power over all newspapers. 

Read the entire article "Newspapers In Nazi Germany" by following the embedded link contained within its title.

Donald Trump came to power in the United States of America on January 20, 2017 and he immediately went to war with the free press here in the USA. And now, as I now compose this Roland Hansen Commentary, earlier today, February 24, 2017, Trump has started a brand of press censorship on media outlets. I quote:

"CNN and other news outlets were blocked on Friday from attending an off-camera White House press briefing that other reporters were hand-picked to attend, raising alarm among media organizations and First Amendment watchdogs."

You may access the full CNN Media audio/visual report, White House blocks news organizations from press briefing, here.

Apparently, Donald Trump is neither a true believer in nor an advocate of a free press.

Is the United States of America under the Trump Administration on the path to that taken by Nazi Germany under Hitler?

Please read each of the following articles to which I am placing embedded links:

• NAZI PROPAGANDA AND CENSORSHIP
• THE PRESS IN THE THIRD REICH

You may think I go too far in my analogies. But, I think not. I am reminded of Martin Niemöller.

I feel I have to scream at the top of my lungs to get Trump supporters to learn from history. However, I suspect that Trumpsters are avid practicioners of selective perception.

I say, as did Barry McGuire:

Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
And can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

And now, I say. "That's all, folks."

Reflections of a Political Has-Been.

As I approach my 70 years on this planet we call Earth, I reflect on my life with an increasing frequency. I have had an interesting life, full of ups and downs, accomplishments and failures, moments of happiness and sadness, and all the other stuff all us human beings go through. 

It is with a sigh of woe that I recall my attempts to have an impact in the political world while having one hand tied behind my back for most of that time due to a large portion of my life being employed in the classified civil service of the State of Ohio that legally limited my full and active partisan political participation. 

And, I recall being the object of snide ridicule from several armchair political critics who usually made personal attacks under a cloak of anonymity.

Do you remember the Roland Hansen Commentary in which the following quote is taken?

"Who cares roland, ... You are also an old man, with nowhere to go, except retirement and a pension though your years of mediocre public service. And no one can take that away from you.

I realize you want more, to be a big player, and as you have said; you have begged the king pins in toledo to let you help run this place, into the ground. And there has been no answer. So you continue to stand on your mount and rant about nothingness."

No? Well, then go on over to read the Roland Hansen Commentary Glass City Jungle and the Trolling Flamer Cyberbully Factor that was posted on Saturday, October 11, 2008.

Okay. Now then, do you remember the Roland Hansen Commentary in which the following quote is taken?

At one time, when I was in my prime, I was a "somebody" but then I fell out of grace with some people; and I became a "nobody." 

What? You don't recall that one, either? Well, then, all you need do is to go on over to read the Roland Hansen Commentary Am I really a washed-up has-been??? that was posted on Monday, April 8, 2013.

I think of those two occurences and many others when I reflect upon my foray into the political world that goes back more than 40 years.

For a brief look into just a little of my reflections regarding my political forays you may read my Roland's Ramblings blog entry Roland Louis Hansen Memories of Days Gone By that I posted on February 13, 2017.

All that being put forth, if you wish to learn more about my real world activities throughout my life, you may open the following embedded link that takes you over to read Roland Hansen Background Information.

The Trumpster Dumpster.

The Eve Of Destruction. Donald J. Trump.

I remember a very popular protest song from the Vietnam era that came out I believe in 1965.

It was a social commentary for its time.

Somehow, I think it just as fitting under the Presidency of Donald J. Trump today as it was under the Presidency of LBJ, i.e. Lyndon B. Johnson, in the mid-1960s.

Incidentally, in my humble opinion, the protests of the 1960s led to a decision by LBJ not to seek re-election to the Presidency.

 

"Eve Of Destruction" ~ Lyrics

The eastern world, it is explodin', 
Violence flarin', bullets loadin', 
You're old enough to kill but not for votin', 
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin', 
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin', 
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend, 
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. 

Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say? 
And can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today? 
If the button is pushed, there's no running away, 
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave, 
Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy, 
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend, 
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. 

Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin', 
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin', 
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation, 
Handful of Senators don't pass legislation, 
And marches alone can't bring integration, 
When human respect is disintegratin', 
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin', 
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend, 
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. 

Think of all the hate there is in Red China! 
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama! 
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space, 
But when your return, it's the same old place, 
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace, 
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace, 
Hate your next door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace, 
And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend, 
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction. 

No, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.