Category Archives: Poetry

Steve Bannon literally called Epstein “God” while working to “take down” the Pope

May 2018 Bannon wrote:

Bannon hammers; God shorts

He was referring to Epstein as “God” in the context of financial acumen.

Epstein replied:

I don’t think of myself that way

“I do,” said Bannon.

Bannon literally called Epstein “God” while simultaneously working to “take down” the actual Pope.

A former Trump White House adviser told a convicted child sex offender he’s divine while scheming to topple the head of the Catholic Church.

And when Bannon shared an article about the Vatican condemning populist nationalism, Epstein replied with Satan’s line from Paradise Lost:

Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.

The Degraded United States is Now “Trumpistan”

Not mentioned in this video is that Professor Stanley in 2020 was careful to say Trumpism was fascist while specifying the U.S. didn’t have a genocidal regime. That changed in 2025, as he described America as an authoritarian state worth fleeing, drawing explicit parallels to the Nazis. He fled, which is why he’s now introduced from Toronto.

That’s a top subject-matter expert updating his assessment based on evidence.

The use of Shelley’s poem in the video is about the gap between the self-inscription and the sand.

Ozymandias
by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1818

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert…. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Stanley’s argument in the video is that Trump knows about the sand and is trying to prevent it by making his regime permanent. The poem becomes not just irony but prophecy contested. Trump drew the opposite lesson from the poem: don’t let your signs get taken down.

Lawfare! Mechanism! of! Surrender!

Benjamin Wittes just published an historically illiterate piece in Lawfare about Judge Richard Leon’s ruling enjoining Defense Secretary Hegseth from retaliating against Senator Mark Kelly’s retirement pay.

Kelly’s offense was none at all, reminding service members that illegal orders do not have to be obeyed. Leon, a Bush appointee, found retaliation against Kelly obviously unconstitutional. He issued a forceful injunction.

Wittes spends most of the piece childishly mocking the use of exclamation marks.

Ho! Ho! Ho!

He catalogs fourteen exclamation-mark sentences. He uses a mob-like reference by saying his Lawfare staffers joke about searching for them. He proposes “exclamation mark density” per page. He acts like a spoiled child while calling others “unbecoming,” “adolescent,” and “not intellectually compelling.” Then he pivots at the end to say he’s actually sympathetic when he compares Judge Leon to the Portland frog protesters. That’s not sympathy, that again is mockery.

The net effect is Lawfare trying to undermine a substantive ruling. A conservative judge smacked the executive branch for unconstitutionally retaliating against a sitting senator’s First Amendment rights. This is not a time for office jokes about punctuation quirks.

The actual legal substance gets about two sentences of engagement, mainly to plant the seed that the D.C. Circuit might reverse on ripeness grounds. That flag is being planted to pre-legitimize a potential appellate rollback while pretending to do neutral legal analysis.

Wittes normalizes an outcome in advance. He’s not saying “I hope this gets reversed.” He’s saying “don’t be surprised if it does.”

And the comparison to his own dog shirts and building light projections is revealing. He’s putting his mindless wardrobe choices in the same bucket as a federal judge blocking unconstitutional conduct. Leon issued an injunction. Wittes says he puts on novelty shirts. These are not equivalent activities.

The Wrong Audience

Wittes and the Lawfare class are optimizing for the current legal establishment’s approval, maintaining their credibility within a professional culture that has been valuing restraint while Trump ignores them.

Professional culture was built for professional times. When the executive branch is retaliating against a sitting senator for exercising congressional oversight of the military, “restraint” in response is far from neutrality.

Now it’s capitulation dressed up as sophistication.

History of “responsible” legal commentary in a constitutional crisis tells us what this does: tone-policing the people who are actually using their institutional power to resist, while the people dismantling constitutional governance get analyzed with chin-stroking seriousness about their legal theories.

The Archive

The judges who mattered during authoritarian consolidation in history weren’t the ones who avoided raising heat. They were the ones who used whatever tools they had, including rhetorical force, to make the record absolutely clear about what was happening. Leon is writing for an archive as much as for the litigants.

“Horsefeathers!” reads as undignified now. Give it time. It will read very differently in retrospect when the record shows what the executive was actually doing and how few people with institutional power said so plainly.

When Papen seized Prussia by emergency decree in July 1932 (two-thirds of Germany’s territory and its police) the Staatsgerichtshof under Erwin Bumke issued a meticulous split decision. Technically the seizure was improper. Practically the Reich commissioners kept power. Three months later Hitler inherited a centralized police apparatus already under Reich control. The court’s restraint handed the Nazis the infrastructure of repression with a veneer of constitutional legitimacy. Bumke himself later joined the Nazi party. He killed himself in 1945.

Gustav Radbruch, the legal philosopher and former Weimar Justice Minister, wrote his famous 1946 essay arguing that positivism and procedural fastidiousness of the German legal profession had left it defenseless against exactly the kind of capture that Trump is using today. The profession’s commitment to formal correctness over substantive confrontation wasn’t neutral.

It was the mechanism of surrender.

The judges who broke tone as “unbecoming” left a record that couldn’t be misread later.

The exclamation marks aren’t the story. The fact that a legal commentariat thinks they are is the story.

The poem that freed a child from ICE

Legal orders free people all the time. Poems move people all the time. Judge Fred Biery’s habeas corpus ruling freeing 5-year-old Liam Conejo Ramos and his father fused the two.

His poem is the operative legal instrument. The literary choices aren’t ornamental; they’re structural to the argument. His use of lowercase “trumps,” the Declaration quotes, the Franklin exchange, the biblical citations all do legal work and poetic work simultaneously.

Most judicial writing that gets called “literary” is literary in addition to being legally operative. Biery’s opinion is literary as the method of being legally operative. The craft is the argument. Strip the allusions and wordplay and you don’t just lose style, because you lose the constitutional reasoning.

His point is that the entire weight of Anglo-American legal and moral tradition stands against what the administration did.

The ending, attaching the photo of Liam in his bunny hat, then the two scripture citations without quoting them, forces you to look them up or already know them. That’s a poet’s move. It trusts silence more than language. I get in trouble for it all the time on this blog and I feel a million times better seeing it in practice like this.

After 500 words of controlled fury, he lets “Jesus wept” do what no further argument could.

In a system increasingly governed by brute executive force, it took a 500-word poem by an 80-year-old judge to do what the entire institutional apparatus of American democracy couldn’t.