Bob Schwartz

April 16, 2026

Solution for the craziest in the administration: The Trump commune

Raccoon penis

Crazy runs rampant in the Trump administration.

Gregg Phillips, a senior FEMA official, among other wacky incidents, claims to have been teleported sixty miles to a Waffle House in Georgia. Today, a new book reveals that DHS Secretary Kennedy once cut off the penis of a roadkilled racoon to “study it”. These are just two of many examples. Not to mention the one at the top of the pyramid.

What might be done? Here is a creative solution.

There are plenty of ultrarich people in the administration. They could afford to buy any land they wanted anywhere. Or they could use land they already own.

Establish a commune on that land for the craziest members of the administration. Not a bare bones commune. More like a luxury resort. It could include whatever facilities are appropriate. A teleportation area. A museum with a collection of animal skeletons and genitals. A place to practice spiritual “doctoring”. Whatever.

The crazies will have a unique opportunity to exchange interesting ideas, where they are no danger to themselves or others. America will have a chance to live without them. Making America Sane Again.

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April 16, 2026

Essential reading for insane times: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream by Hunter S. Thompson

“He who makes a beast of
himself gets rid of the pain of
being a man.”

—DR. JOHNSON

Read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream now. If you’ve already read it, read it again.

The last time I wrote about Hunter S. Thompson was during the 2016 presidential campaign (Hunter S. Thompson and Political Journalism) and right after the election (If Hunter S. Thompson Was Here).

At the time I thought we were experiencing political insanity, which Thompson was so good at reporting. Now that we are experiencing total insanity, Thompson is the one to tell the story—even if he originally wrote that story more than fifty years ago.

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas appears to be a drug-saturated tale of a journalist and his lawyer covering a motorcycle race in Las Vegas. Some consider it a commentary on the craziness of the sixties. But as the title says, it is about much more. Whatever Thompson saw as the dark heart of the American Dream in the sixties he would now find in the insane heart of the twenties.

The epigraph of the book from Samuel Johnson might be about Thompson himself. Or it might be about the people he found himself among, in Las Vegas and in Washington D.C.

“He who makes a beast of
himself gets rid of the pain of
being a man.”

—DR. JOHNSON

© 2026 Bob Schwartz

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