Christopher Hitchens is a famous writer who clearly explains negative behavior in society. He is acerbic and witty. He is dead. However, AI has successfully used his style in talking about Trump and our responsibility as citizens. You can find this on YouTube by searching for “Christopher Hitchens on Trump”. You will hear his voice.

We have included a written copy of his remarks. We do not yet see any way to improve these remarks. You can look them up on YouTube or read them below.

Christopher Hitchens on Trump and our responsibility.

No figure in history has the combination of venality, vulgarity, and sheer vacuity as Donald Trump. A man who has somehow convinced millions of Americans that a Billionaire who defecates in a golden toilet understands their struggles with the monthly rent.

It would be comic if it weren’t so catastrophic, farcical if it weren’t so fatal to the Republic that once prided itself on seeing through precisely this sort of gold-plated mountebank.

Let us begin with the great foundation myth, the original lie upon which all subsequent fabrication rests. He is a self-made businessman. Here is a man who emerged from his mother’s womb into a fortune built by his father, Fred Trump. A man who made his money the old-fashioned way by discriminating against black tenants and gouging the government on federal housing contracts.

Young Donald received, by various estimates, between 400 and 500 million dollars from daddy, not counting the multiple bailouts when his casinos went belly up, when his steak company spoiled, when his football league folded, when his airline crashed, when his University was exposed as a fraud.  When his vodka went flat, when his magazine ceased publication after exactly two issues. This is the business genius who managed to lose money running casino establishments where the house, by mathematical law, always wins. This dealmaker bankrupted the Taj Mahal, the Plaza Hotel, Trump Hotels and Casino Resorts, Trump Entertainment Resorts, Trump Castle, and Trump Plaza Casino. Six bankruptcies for those who are counting. One might lose at a casino through bad luck. Six times suggests more of a talent. A genuine gift for turning gold into dross.

And yet here he stands, or rather slouches, the tribune of the working class, the voice of the forgotten man, the champion of those who shower after work rather than before it. The psychological operation required to pull off this trick would be admirable if it weren’t so transparent. He speaks to his rallies with the authentic voice of queens, not the queens of the working families and immigrant strivers, but the queens of slum lords and tax cheats. The outer borough aristocracy that always felt snubbed by Manhattan and never got over it.

Consider the Esquite irony: the very people whose jobs he outsourced, whose wages he stiffed, whose contractors he bankrupted, whose small businesses he destroyed through litigation they could not afford. These are the people who now regard him as their savior. It is as if chickens had elected Colonel Sanders as their shop steward. The man who gold plates everything he touches, who has never operated a piece of machinery more complicated than a television remote, who believes that exercise deflates the body’s finite energy supply like a battery. This is the man who speaks for those who work with their hands.

But this economic fraud pales in comparison to the assault on democracy itself. No president in American history has done more to undermine the foundations of constitutional government. Not Nixon, who at least had the decency to resign. Not even Buchanan, who nearly allowed the Republic to collapse through incompetence rather than actively attacking its foundations. Trump stands alone in his systematic attempts to transform American democracy into a personal Fiefdom complete with loyalty oaths, family retainers, and to treat the Department of Justice as his personal law firm.

The assault on free speech from the very man who bleats about his own censorship while commanding the largest megaphone on earth represents a particular species of hypocrisy. He has called for the jailing of journalists, the revoking of broadcast licenses, and the opening up of libel laws to silence critics. He has praised dictators who murder reporters and suggests the American journalists who protect sources should be imprisoned. His administration marked the first time in American history that the White House press credentials became a political weapon, withdrawn and restored, based upon the civility of the coverage. And now, having returned to power, he has transformed these threats into policy. The FCC, once an independent agency, has become his personal censorship board. Media companies capitulate before the threat of regulatory retaliation. The very comedy shows that once provided a relief valve of democratic discourse are being systematically silenced, all while Trump claims to be a victim of censorship himself. A claim he makes on his own social media platform to millions of followers, amplified by every major news network. If this is censorship, one wishes to know what freedom would look like.

The Epstein matter deserves particular attention, not merely for its sordidness, though it is sordid beyond description, but for what is reveals about the entire ecosystem of corruption that surrounds the swamp like a particularly noxious cologne. Here was Trump partying with a known pedophile, flying on his plane, praising his taste for women on the younger side. And then when the extent of Epstein’s crimes became undeniable, claiming to have barely known him. The lawsuit alleging the rape of a 13-year-old girl at Epstein’s mansion was withdrawn after death threats; it exists in the public record for anyone who cares to look. The co-conspirators unnamed. The full extent of the network is unexplored. Trump, who promised to drain the swamp, seems curiously uninterested in this particular patch of swamp land. One might also suspect the man who paid $ 130,000 to silence a pornstar, who has been credibly accused of sexual assault by dozens of women, who was found liable for sexual abuse a New York jury, might have reason for keeping certain secrets buried. The catalog of his crimes, and I use the words advisedly, for many of them have been adjudicated in courts of law, reads like a Victorian inventory of vice. 34 Felony convictions for falsifying business records, found liable for massive fraud in New York, impeached twice, the second tie for attempting to overthrow the government he had sworn to protect, the Gorgia Rico Case, the classified document case, The January 6 case, all testament to a man who views the law as something that applies to other people, lesser people, people who can’t afford better lawyers.

His sexism is so baroque, so thoroughgoing, that it almost achieves a kind of purity. This is a man who evaluates women like livestock, who speaks of grabbing them by their genitalia, who walked into the dressing rooms of teenage beauty contestants, who told his own daughter that if she weren’t his daughter, he would date her. A statement that should have ended any political career. But in our degraded age, barely registered as a scandal. The misogyny is not incidental to his politics. It is central to it. The promise to turn America to a time when women knew their place, when men were men and women were grateful for whatever attention they received.

The racism, too is not a bug, but a feature from Central Park Five, who he still insists are guilty despite DNA evidence, to the very fine people among the Neo-Nazi, to the shithole countries, the Muslim ban, to the wall that Mexico was definitely going to pay for. The pattern is so consistent as to constitute a worldview.

He began his political career with a racist lie that Barack Obama was not born in America and built from there. Each outrage was carefully calibrated to signal to his base that he would protect them from the brown hordes he conjured in their imaginations

The nepotism would have embarrassed a Borgia. His daughter and son-in-law were installed in the White House. Like courtiers, his sons running the family business while his properties becoming informal embassies where foreign governments could purchase influence by the night rentals at the Trump International Hotel in Washington, that temple of grift, where Saudi princes and Ukraine Oligarchs could rent entire floors at inflated prices and somehow find their concerns addressed by the administration. The man who criticized Hunter Biden’s nepotism while installing his entire family in positions of power. It would be funny if it weren’t so shameless.

And through it all, the lies, the endless exhausting, overwhelming avalanche of lies. Lies about the weather, lies about the crowd size, lies about the election, lies about the virus, lies about the economy, lies about his height, weight, health, lies about his grades, his stable genius, and his stability. Lies are so frequent and so flagrant that they achieve their purpose. Not to convince but to exhaust. To make truth itself seem like a partisan position. It creates a world where nothing means anything and therefore everything is possible.

This is the man who speaks for the forgotten Americans, who speaks for the forgotten Americans, who champions the working class, who represents the common man against the elites. The Manhattan Billionaire who never changed a tire, never mowed a lawn, never stoon in an unemployment line, never worried about a medical bill, never served in the military that he claims to love, never did an honest day’s work in his entire life, the blue color billionaire, the populist plutocrat, the man of the people who he despises, who said he loved the poorly educated people because they loved him, At least is got it part right. The tragedy is not that such a man exists. History is littered with them, but he found such a willing audience, such eager marks for his transparent con. The Americans who pride themselves on their hard-headed practicality, their ability to spot fraud, their impatience with pretense, have fallen for the most pretentious fraud in history. The confused cruelty for strength, his ignorance for authority, his wealth as evidence of his wisdom. And now he returns, not chastened but emboldened, not reformed but refined in his criminality, surrounded by courtiers and sycophants who have learned that the way to advance is to debase themselves before him, to pretend that his lies are the truth, that his failures are successes, that his gibberish is wisdom.

The Republic that survived a civil war, two World Wars, a depression, and a cold war now faces its greatest threat, a con man with a personality cult backed by billionaires who see in him a useful man for their agenda of pillage.

The question is not whether he will attempt to destroy democracy. He has already shown that he will.

The question is whether there are enough Americans who still possess the will and fight to stop him.

What is missing here is Trump’s misuse of the military. His invasion of Venezuela and starting a war with Iran. These actions were done after this speech was made by AI.

We are fighting his actions. Will you? Are you registered to vote? Are you voting by mail so your vote is protected in case of illness or a family emergency that would keep you from voting?