Texas Is the Crime Scene

 Did Georgia Secretary of State Brad Raffensperger have more cojones than Current Texas Governor Greg Abbott, more scruples, or is the Texas state Government the most corrupt in American history? Or is it all of the above, eh!?!

Thank you, Lisa Baker, for you courageous words:

BREAKING NEWS:  Trump’s Victory Lap Is a Lie, and Texas Is the Crime Scene

 First of all, if there is a heaven, Donald Trump will never see it. He sold his ticket long ago. And that’s why he’s still here, strutting across our headlines like a con man selling snake oil at the county fair. His latest post isn’t leadership. It’s a confession. He brags about “zero releases of illegal aliens” like he’s a border guard counting heads, then pivots to the real prize: a “ONE BIG, BEAUTIFUL CONGRESSIONAL MAP” engineered to lock Texas into minority rule. Not democracy. Dominion.

This isn’t about securing the border. This is gerrymandering at gunpoint. He said the quiet part out loud: redraw the lines to lock in the 2026 midterms. Forget voters. Forget fairness. Just carve up communities, bleach out urban power centers, and build a cage around voices that threaten Republican rule. It is democracy treated like contraband, stuffed into a trunk, smuggled across the statehouse floor.

Here’s what Trump won’t admit: more Texans lean Democratic than Republican. The state’s future isn’t red—it’s blue, Black, Latino, Asian, and overwhelmingly young. But Republicans cling to power through two tricks: juicing turnout in their base, and slicing up the maps to dilute everyone else. Houston, Dallas, Austin—cities of millions—hacked into pieces and stapled to rural districts to smother majority will. The map Trump flaunts is not Texas. It’s a crime scene photo of stolen democracy.

Border “victory” is just the magician’s flourish. The real sleight of hand happens under the table. Immigration numbers are the shiny object; the map is the knife in the ribs. And Trump doesn’t even pretend otherwise. He name-drops Abbott and Burrows like henchmen, ordering them to “get it done” and “sign it fast.” That’s not governing. That’s a mob boss barking orders to his lieutenants.

And the brazenness is the point. They don’t hide the theft anymore. They brag about it. They know lawsuits take years. They know headlines fade. By the time the courts even look at the lines, elections will already be decided. Power first, legality later. They’re not just gaming the system—they’re daring us to stop them.

But history says arrogance has a breaking point. Wisconsin snapped its gerrymander. Michigan did too. North Carolina saw its “unbreakable” map collapse under legal and public pressure. These schemes always look bulletproof until they rot from their own hubris. And no one in American politics is more bloated with hubris than Trump.

Texans are not strangers to a fight. The Lone Star isn’t stitched onto their flag because they bow to bullies with pens. Trump may strut with his “beautiful” map like it’s a deed to the state, but Texas has burned maps before. It will again. Every line they draw in secret has a counterweight in the streets, the courts, and the ballot box. They know it. That’s why they rush.

The irony is that Trump’s map mania betrays his weakness. If he truly believed in his movement, he wouldn’t need rigged maps to hold Texas. He wouldn’t need Abbott to play accomplice or Burrows to do the carving. He would let the people decide. But Trump has never trusted the people. He only trusts systems he can rig. That’s not strength. That’s fear in red ink.

So yes, he’s taking his victory lap. But the finish line is rigged, the race is fixed, and the crowd isn’t cheering. They’re watching, waiting, and remembering. Because every stolen map carries its own expiration date. And when the backlash comes, it won’t just erase lines on paper. It will erase the lie that Trump ever owned Texas to begin with.

Democracy does not belong to Donald Trump. It does not belong to Greg Abbott. It belongs to the people of Texas. And if they rise, his “victory” will look like what it really is: a coward’s sprint before the fall.