In the solemn chamber of the Oval Office, President Trump received a visitor who arrived not merely as a statesman, but cloaked in diplomatic civility. President Cyril Ramaphosa of South Africa came, as he declared, “to reset the relationship” between his country and the United States. With the ceremonial gestures of the unremarkable, he said he seeks goodwill.
But reality, unlike pageantry, is not so easily adorned.
President Trump, ever unwilling to bow to the polite fictions of diplomacy, named the unspeakable.. the murders of white South African farmers…men and women who produce value and feed a nation, THE WHITE FARMERS, who are executed in cold defiance of property, liberty, and law. Kids boiled alive in front of their parents, grandmothers melted with blowtorches tied down to chairs..all to take land away from the whites. Ramaphosa deflected with bureaucratic language, acknowledging “criminality” as if moral chaos were an abstraction, not an evil. He denied any targeted slaughter, and instead asked for drones and technology..
A video was played. Four minutes of grim truth: South African politicians chanting “Kill the Boer, kill the farmer”, no, not a metaphor, but a declaration. Ramaphosa attempted to wash his hands of it, pointing to smaller factions, disavowing the rhetoric —while leading a party that tolerates it— by omission. If the mainstream news doesn’t cover it, does it exist? He invoked Mandela..
And in parting, he offered not substance, but a joke: “I am sorry I don’t have a plane to give you.” A reference to Qatar, the underlying truth remained unaddressed.
He came to the White House not to affirm shared values, but to preserve a diplomatic illusion. Trump, in contrast, held fast to reality. And in that contrast, one sees the difference, between the second hander and the man of the mind.
Trump meets with South African President and helps him with his Confusion My Political Cartoon:
President Donald Trump presents a stark and sobering video: white crosses stretching over South African hills , each one a grave, a warning, a testimony to the lives of white farmers lost in a crisis largely ignored by the press. Across from him, South African President Cyril Ramaphosa leans in comically, squinting, and asking:
“Are those… windmills?”
Trump answers bluntly: “They’re graves.”
Trump finds himself cast as both accuser and defender wielding truth not to destroy peace, but to protect those whose cries have been silenced by indifference. He is not merely showing a video, no, he is breaking the fog of hypocrisy. Where Ramaphosa dismisses the claims, saying the victims are merely statistics in a broader crime wave, Trump insists these are patriots of their nation… farmers, families, builders of a civilization now under siege and that his silence is complicity.
Here, President Trump’s spotlighting the voiceless and challenging the comfortable global elite. The cartoon exaggerates Ramaphosa’s aloofness to the point of absurdity not merely to ridicule, but to warn.. when leaders cannot recognize a cross from a windmill, the people must take up the moral lens themselves.
When Hundreds of Thousand crosses mark graves the world refuses to see, it becomes the duty of any just man to break the silence , no matter how unpopular the truth may be. That brave man is President Donald Trump. Facts are stubborn things.. and whatever may be wishes… they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence. The liberties of a people never were, nor ever will be, secure— when the transactions of their rulers may be concealed from them. There is not a truth existing which President Donald Trump fears or would wish unknown to the whole world.
Justice demands property rights be protected for all, without distinction of skin or tribe. To seize land by color or creed is to defy nature’s law and true reason.
Property is the right of every man to enjoy the fruits of his labor. Rousseau wrote about that. We must be severe toward the enemies of liberty, but protective of the rights of the people. Always. Let no banner be used to plunder under the guise of justice. Land, rightly earned, is sacred. The people should fear two tyrannies , the Crown and those who seize property under the flag of virtue. There is none with that. To dispossess a man of his land by bloodline is to revive monarchy under another form…The soil of a republic is not made fertile by theft. No race owns the earth..NO! belongs to free citizens who work it. To take land by color is to take up the whip of kings and call it democracy. Government is instituted to protect property of every sort.. this being the end of government, that alone is a just government which impartially secures to every man whatever is his own. impartially. Not by race.
Justice is the protection of individual rights , the smallest minority—– the individual no matter what color.. not the redistribution of property based on race or grievance.
Land is earned, owned, and held by the individual, not by collective labels or historical guilt.
To seize property from one group to give to another is not justice—- it is theft dressed as virtue.
True freedom demands respect for every person’s right to their own life and work , and anything less is the road to tyranny.
Property is the foundation of power and stability in any nation. To confiscate land under the banner of race is to invite disorder and weaken the very fabric of the state. Justice must be clear and firm , it recognizes the rights of individuals, not the claims of groups.
Like ‘Kill The Boer’, he doesn’t mean that though, and you’re just a racist for believing what he says.
Have we reached the ultimate stage of absurdity where some people are held responsible for things that happened before they were born… while others are not held responsible for what they themselves are doing today? THOMAS SOWELL
Racism is the lowest, most crudely primitive form of collectivism. AYN RAND
Land belongs to individuals, not to racial groups, past or present.
Historical injustices cannot be “corrected” by committing new injustices.
Any ideology that treats people as representatives of a group rather than individuals is inherently immoral and leads to tyranny.
“Social justice” programs that involve forcible redistribution are not justice, but theft with a moral mask.
FROM THE GALLIC WAR, Julius Caesar from De Bello Gallico
: Civitas est communitas civium, iura singulorum servanda.”
The state is a community of citizens, the rights of individuals must be preserved.
KING Cyrus quote
“I allowed the people their own customs and respected their properties.”
“I did not let anyone suffer wrong or loss of property.”
KING SOLOMON quote
“Do not move an ancient boundary stone set up by your ancestors.”
— Proverbs 22:28
George Washington
“The basis of our political system is the right of the people to make and to alter their constitutions of government. But the preservation of property is the guardian of all other rights.”
MORE: FARMLANDS, a documentary about the brutal killings of white Boer farmers in South Africa.
In one case, five black men drowned a White farmer’s 12-year-old son in boiling water. FIND ON YOUTUBE!
In my effort to move with the times, I told chatgpt to give me a political cartoon. I wrote it all out the way my political cartoon was. I said where they were, who speaks first, the bubbles and the tv with the crosses and the speech.. I had to wait 4 hours for it to come through and it JUST DID.
I did not summon the glasses. They arrived unbidden, spectral and strange. I do not know, no, I cannot know, their origin or intent. But thanks AI for adding it for me.The big glasses..
Now the linework… Yet something in their presence unsettles me. It is too clean… disturbingly clean. As if conjured by artifice, not hand.
The COLOR?? Simple. Boring. It is the easiest way to color. It is for beginners. Like the bucket fill tool, yes, ah yes, that mechanical sorcery, cheating way of coloring…one click, one second, and the area is bathed in color. A sealed chamber is consumed whole, robbed of chaos, robbed of life. Its like Instant fill color. There are no hand marks. It is like solid flat. They call it FLATS in the digital art world. A FLAT basic layer.. SO, where are the highlights, lowlights and shadows? Where is the beauty and geometry of President Donald Trump’s face?? HUMM?
And still… there is texture over the colors. A shiver laid across the pigment. A veil. You see? A texture.. How curious. How deeply uncanny. Like the skin of a thing long dead, yet dressed to dance. It is, I suppose, the very trick I have been trying to master, I have been working on this in my cartoons for weeks now. But here it is.. the deceitful art of surface texture. And oh, how it enthralls me. I love the look, the illusion of depth over stillness.
This took HOURS to process. I had to wait a very long time.
There it is again…the Fox News sigil, hidden in plain sight. And the crosses..the sacred crosses, poised upon its hill, so terribly, uncannily close to my own cartoon. As if the echo of my thoughts had slipped through some unseen aperture and taken root elsewhere. But where, WHERE, where is the Oval Office? The sacred geometry of that fateful chamber? Where are the artifacts of this meeting, like, the Plane, yes, the Plane! That strange and weighty totem, absent without mention. Those gold things on the fireplace mantle, where? Where are other characters AT THE EVENT..?
It is so simplified, something made for the masses for a quick laugh, not for the world leader, though, it is TOO SIMPLE. It needs contrast. Heart.
Am I the only one who sees the void where meaning should lie? Every stroke, means something a thought. But not here.
Perhaps… perhaps it is deemed unworthy. Cast aside, like a dream forgotten upon waking. Not very interesting. a 10 second look.
Ramaphosa… is wrong..yes, he was to speak first. His utterance was meant to open the veil. His voice, the key. And yet his bubble floats adrift, untethered, misplaced. You have to read President Donald Trump’s first and work backwards..As if time itself had shuffled its order.
Nothing is where it ought to be.
And that, perhaps, is the most terrifying revelation of all. Your eyes move across a cartoon clockwise. This cartoon that AI did, goes backwards.
I HAVE COME A LONG WAY SINCE 2016