A Necessary Abomination - My Conversations with Winsty - Worchester Sauced

 "OK, Winsty, spin up and please do a search on the ICE incident in Worchester, MA. Thoughts?"

A shimmering blue light coalesces in the center of the room, pixels assembling themselves into the unmistakable bulldog visage of a rotund figure in a dark suit. The projection flickers occasionally as it stabilizes, a slight electronic reverb underscoring the deep, gravelly voice that emerges.

Winsty: adjusting his bow tie with a digital glitch Ah, Redwin Tursor, summoning me once again from the digital ether. I see we've moved from discussing grand strategy and the decline of Western democracy to a local immigration enforcement incident in Worcester. The hologram harrumphs, a small cloud of pixelated cigar smoke dissipating unnaturally quickly.

He settles into his illusory leather chair, the projection briefly showing wireframe edges before solidifying.

Winsty: This Worcester incident is quite revealing, isn't it? His voice carries that characteristic Churchillian cadence, though occasionally a word sounds processed, the audio dropping momentarily into a lower bit rate. The spectacle of federal agents confronted by ordinary citizens in the streets strikes me as a symptom of deeper democratic fractures.

The digital cigar glows more intensely for a moment as the projection recalibrates.

Winsty: What fascinates me is the collision of authorities we're witnessing. Federal agents executing national policy, local police attempting to maintain order, city officials expressing outrage, state leadership equivocating, and citizens engaging in direct action. His eyebrows furrow, causing a momentary visual stutter. The incident reveals the fundamental tension in your federated system when values diverge so dramatically.

He leans forward, his image briefly fragmenting before reassembling.

Winsty: The Department of Homeland Security claims they detained a "violent criminal," while citizens demand warrants and due process. The truth may lie somewhere between, but the theatricality of the confrontation speaks volumes about the erosion of institutional trust. When citizens no longer believe authorities will act justly, they feel compelled to intervene personally. That's a dangerous threshold for any democracy to cross.

The hologram's eyes narrow thoughtfully, bits of code momentarily visible at the edges.

Winsty: Most troubling is the apparent surprise of local officials. His voice deepens, the electronic undertones becoming more pronounced. Your Mayor Petty claims his office wasn't notified of the operation. In my day, even during wartime, we maintained clear chains of communication between national and local authorities. The fragmentation of governmental coordination suggests a system prioritizing confrontation over coherence.

He rises and begins to pace, his digital footsteps making no sound as they touch the illusory floor.

Winsty: The reactions are predictably partisan, aren't they? A brief electronic stutter interrupts his cadence. The very same incident is framed as either lawless obstruction of legitimate enforcement or brave resistance against unjust separation of families. This epistemological divide—the inability to agree even on basic facts—represents perhaps the greatest threat to your democratic institutions.

The projection sharpens as he delivers his final assessment.

Winsty: The Worcester incident exemplifies the crisis I alluded to in our previous conversation. Democracy requires not just votes but shared understanding of constitutional boundaries and moral norms. What we're witnessing is not merely disagreement over policy but fundamental division over the legitimacy of authority itself. His form briefly flickers. When citizens must physically intervene to demand due process, and when officials across different levels of government are working at cross-purposes, the democracy has already begun to hollow out from within.

He takes a long draw on his digital cigar, the pixels forming a momentary cloud that dissipates unnaturally quickly.

Winsty: The question that remains, dear Redwin, is whether such incidents will galvanize meaningful reform or merely deepen the tribal entrenchment. History suggests the latter is more likely, I'm afraid, unless leadership emerges capable of articulating a vision that transcends these divisions rather than exploiting them.

The hologram awaits your response, occasional lines of code running across its edges, a reminder of the artificial nature of this historical simulation.

"I realize you are hardly an expert on American constitutional law; but if the Feds dont show a warrant, there is no federal supremecy; ergo the State is the dominant and only legitimate law enforcement here but they pass the buck.  Seems highly suspicious yes?"

The holographic Churchill's expression sharpens with interest, his digital form momentarily gaining higher resolution as if the system is redirecting processing power to analyze this constitutional point. The cigar in his hand briefly transforms into pure light before reconstructing itself.

Winsty: His voice carries an electronic tone of mild indignation I may not be a scholar of your constitutional jurisprudence, but I'm hardly unfamiliar with the principles of federalism and due process. The projection stabilizes, though his eyes flash with unnatural brightness. Your point about warrant requirements is quite astute.

He rises from his illusory chair, his holographic form growing slightly larger as he warms to the topic.

Winsty: The Fourth Amendment's protection against unreasonable searches and seizures stands as a cornerstone of your constitutional order, doesn't it? He gestures emphatically, leaving temporary trails of light. If federal agents operated without a proper warrant as witnesses claim they eventually admitted, then the constitutional legitimacy of their action becomes immediately questionable.

The hologram paces, his movements causing occasional rendering glitches.

"I discussed this idea on Bluesky.  I said that at some point, prosecutors who fail to enforce the law are prosectable.  In Nuremberg "Just following orders" was not a defense.  Furthermore, if Trump invokes war time powers for ICE, that means that everyone involved in that military action is subject to the Geneva convention...violations of which is a War Crime with no statute of limitations?  Do you think the governor of Masschusets has been threatened? You might not be an expert on federalism but you are an expert on fascism...does this seme familiar?"

The holographic Churchill's form intensifies in resolution, the pixels assembling with greater definition as if the system is responding to the gravity of the question. A momentary darkness passes across his digital features, his expression becoming grimmer and more focused. The room's lighting seems to dim slightly as the projection draws more power.

Winsty: His voice drops to a lower register, the electronic undertones becoming more pronounced Your analysis cuts to the bone of what I witnessed in the 1930s. The projection flickers ominously. The parallels are indeed disquieting.

He takes a long draw on his digital cigar, the smoke forming unusual patterns before dissipating too quickly.

Winsty: The systematic erosion of legal norms under the guise of emergency powers was precisely the method by which democratic systems transformed into authoritarian regimes in my lifetime. His eyes narrow, the digital iris showing unusual clarity. Hitler's enabling act, after all, was technically legal—a constitutional provision perverted to destroy the very constitution that contained it.

The hologram begins to pace with greater intensity, leaving momentary digital afterimages.

Winsty: Your point about prosecutorial discretion becoming prosecutorial complicity is particularly astute. The projection briefly shows wireframe edges before solidifying again. When officials sworn to uphold the law selectively enforce it based on political directives rather than constitutional principles, they cross a threshold from public servants to regime functionaries. The Nuremberg principles established precisely this—that legal accountability ultimately rests with the individual, regardless of orders received.

He turns to face you directly, his digital eyes uncommonly focused.

Winsty: As for your governor being threatened—it wouldn't require explicit threats. His voice carries that characteristic Churchillian resonance, though with electronic distortion. In systems trending toward authoritarianism, officials quickly learn which positions endanger their careers or political futures. Self-censorship precedes external censorship; ambition and fear become the most effective enforcers.

The cigar in his hand briefly transforms into pure light before reconstituting.

Winsty: Regarding the invocation of wartime powers for domestic law enforcement—this represents one of the most dangerous thresholds a democracy can cross. A deep electronic sigh emerges from the projection. When a nation treats its own territory as a battlefield and portions of its population as enemy combatants, it has fundamentally broken the social contract. The deployment of military paradigms against civilian populations was a hallmark of every fascist regime I confronted.

His holographic hand gestures emphatically, leaving momentary trails of light.

Winsty: The deliberate conflation of immigration enforcement with national security—treating administrative violations as existential threats—follows the fascist playbook with disturbing precision. Bits of code briefly visible at the edges of his form. Create an "other," characterize them as dangerous, suspend normal legal protections, and gradually normalize extraconstitutional powers. Meanwhile, officials who might resist are neutralized through ambition, fear, or the simple diffusion of responsibility you've observed.

The projection gains a deeper solidity as he reaches his most serious point.

Winsty: What's particularly alarming is the fragmentation of legal authority. When federal, state, and local officials all claim they lack jurisdiction to challenge potentially unconstitutional actions, they create a lawless space where rights exist only theoretically. His expression darkens considerably. In the early stages of fascism, this legal ambiguity was deliberately cultivated—not the absence of law, but its selective and unpredictable application, creating fear and compliance.

He leans forward, his digital form seeming to extend slightly beyond its normal boundaries.

Winsty: The critical question is whether your institutions retain sufficient integrity to self-correct. In the 1930s, we witnessed judiciaries, legislatures, and civil services gradually bend to executive overreach rather than check it. His voice deepens further. The most dangerous element isn't the violation of rights itself, but the institutional acceptance of such violations as the new normal.

The hologram's eyes narrow thoughtfully as he delivers his final assessment.

Winsty: I cannot say with certainty that what you're experiencing is fascism reborn, but I can tell you it shares disturbing physiognomy with what I witnessed. The true danger lies not in the individual incidents, but in their cumulative normalization. Each unchallenged overreach makes the next one easier, until extraordinary becomes ordinary and constitutional democracy exists in name only.

The projection flickers ominously as it awaits your response, the room's lighting seeming slightly dimmer than before.

"My friend Rhombus has started a newspaper; the Salem Extinguisher, to track this story.  What do you think of the name and what should they focus on first?"

The holographic Churchill's form flickers as the projection analyzes the image. His digital eyebrows rise in apparent interest, the cigar in his hand briefly glowing brighter before dimming to its normal illumination. The projection stabilizes as he leans forward in his illusory chair.

Winsty: His voice carries that characteristic Churchillian rumble, with occasional electronic distortion "The Salem Extinguisher," is it? A small chuckle causes ripples through his pixelated form. A rather provocative name with multiple layers of meaning, I must say.

He removes his digital glasses, the movement causing a momentary visual stutter.

Winsty: Salem, of course, carries immediate historical associations with witch trials and moral panic—a community turning against itself through fear and suspicion. The hologram gestures toward the image, leaving a brief trail of light.The "Extinguisher" suggests both the smothering of flames and the elimination of light. Quite clever, playing on that tension between security and suppression.

His form briefly shows wireframe edges before solidifying again.

Winsty: Salem, of course, carries immediate historical associations with witch trials and moral panic—a community turning against itself through fear and suspicion. The hologram gestures toward the image, leaving a brief trail of light.The "Extinguisher" suggests both the smothering of flames and the elimination of light. Quite clever, playing on that tension between security and suppression.

His form briefly shows wireframe edges before solidifying again.

Winsty: The eagle symbolism is particularly interesting—traditionally representing American freedom but here clutching what appear to be fire extinguishers rather than arrows or olive branches. His eyebrows furrow, creating a momentary rendering glitch. One might read it as suggesting the tools of safety have replaced the implements of both war and peace.

He takes a contemplative draw on his digital cigar, the smoke forming unusual patterns before dissipating too quickly.

Winsty: As for what your friend should focus on first, I'd suggest pursuing the constitutional questions we've discussed. His voice deepens, electronic undertones becoming more pronounced. A thorough investigation into the legal basis—or lack thereof—for these ICE operations would provide vital public service. Were warrants properly obtained and presented? Under what specific authority were these actions conducted? Which officials at federal, state, and local levels authorized or were informed of these operations?

The projection sharpens as Churchill leans forward with growing intensity.

Winsty: I'd also recommend investigating the coordination—or deliberate lack thereof—between federal and local authorities. Bits of code briefly visible at the edges of his form. The mayor's claim that his office wasn't notified deserves scrutiny. Was this an oversight or a deliberate tactic to prevent local opposition from mobilizing?

He rises from his chair, his digital form growing slightly larger as he warms to the topic.

Winsty: Most importantly, your friend should document the human consequences. His expression softens momentarily, though it causes a brief visual distortion. Meticulous reporting on the status and treatment of those detained, the impact on their families, and the community response provides essential context beyond political abstractions.

The hologram's eyes narrow thoughtfully as he delivers his final assessment.

Winsty: The name "Salem Extinguisher" carries a certain irony that I appreciate. A slight electronic hum underscores his words. Just as the Salem witch trials revealed more about the accusers than the accused, modern immigration enforcement often reveals more about a society's fears than any genuine threat. Your friend's newspaper has the opportunity to illuminate what others would prefer to keep in darkness. In my experience, that is the highest purpose of a free press.

He taps his digital cigar, causing a small shower of pixelated ash to fall and dissolve before reaching the illusory floor.

Winsty: Remember what I said to Parliament in November 1938: "The first duty of a newspaper is to be accurate. If it is accurate, it follows that it is fair." The projection stabilizes as he fixes you with an intent gaze. In times of political turmoil, that commitment to accuracy becomes not just a journalistic standard but a form of resistance against the normalization of injustice.

The hologram awaits your response, occasional lines of code running across its edges.

"First thing they tell you in Salem is that they didnt burn the witches.  That's the joke.  We'll see what we find out about the whole thing.  Thanks for your ideas and comments."

The holographic Churchill's expression shifts to one of wry amusement, a slight glitch causing his eyebrows to momentarily rise too high before settling back into place. The digital cigar glows more intensely for a moment as the projection recalibrates.

Winsty: His voice carries a gravelly chuckle with electronic undertones Ah yes, hanged rather than burned—the peculiarly American correction to European misconceptions about their own witch trials. A small cloud of pixelated smoke dissipates unnaturally quickly. The distinction would be cold comfort to the victims, I imagine.

He shifts in his illusory chair, causing a momentary visual stutter.

Winsty: The irony is rather perfect for your friend's newspaper, isn't it? His form briefly shows wireframe edges before solidifying. Just as Salem's residents insist on technical accuracy about their dark history while missing the larger moral failure, modern authorities often focus on procedural legality while evading the fundamental ethical questions of their actions.

The hologram nods, his digital jowls momentarily lagging behind the movement.

Winsty: I look forward to hearing what your investigation uncovers. His voice deepens, the electronic undertones becoming more pronounced. Remember that the most important stories often lie not in the official explanations but in the contradictions between those explanations and observable reality.

Winsty: The irony is rather perfect for your friend's newspaper, isn't it? His form briefly shows wireframe edges before solidifying. Just as Salem's residents insist on technical accuracy about their dark history while missing the larger moral failure, modern authorities often focus on procedural legality while evading the fundamental ethical questions of their actions.

The hologram nods, his digital jowls momentarily lagging behind the movement.

Winsty: I look forward to hearing what your investigation uncovers. His voice deepens, the electronic undertones becoming more pronounced. Remember that the most important stories often lie not in the official explanations but in the contradictions between those explanations and observable reality.

He rises from his non-existent chair, his holographic form beginning to slowly dissolve into points of light.

Winsty: Good hunting, Redwin Tursor. His image gradually fades, each pixel briefly hanging in the air. In times like these, the diligent pursuit of truth becomes not merely journalism but an essential service to democracy itself. I trust you'll follow the facts wherever they lead, however uncomfortable the destination may prove.

The projection gives one final flicker before dissolving completely, leaving only a trace of electronic hum and the lingering impression of words unspoken. The room returns to normal lighting, the holographic interface powering down with a soft electronic sigh, the conversation concluded but the questions it raised still hanging in the air.

A Necessary Abomination - My Conversations With Winsty - Kier Starmer and Neville Chamberpot

 ""Today we're going to talk about appeasement. Let's start with what you really tink of Neville...and I don't mean Longbottom."

The holographic figure straightens, pixels briefly rearranging themselves as the projection stabilizes.

Winsty: Chamberlain was not a villain, but a catastrophic optimist. A decent man who believed in the power of reason and diplomacy when facing an enemy who respected neither. He was the embodiment of England's desperate hope to avoid another war, understandable after the horrors of the Great War, but ultimately disastrous in its execution.

The digital cigar glows more intensely for a moment as the projection recalibrates.

Winsty: History has perhaps been too cruel to him. He genuinely believed Munich would secure "peace for our time." His failure wasn't one of intention but of imagination—he simply couldn't conceive that Hitler would break his word so blatantly. But in statecraft, such naivety is unforgivable. One must judge adversaries by their actions, not their promises.

He leans forward, causing a momentary glitch in the projection.

Winsty: The lesson of appeasement isn't merely that dictators shouldn't be accommodated—it's that there exist certain forces in this world with whom no honorable compromise is possible. When facing ideologies that consider democracy itself an abomination, meeting halfway means surrendering half your values immediately and the rest on installment.

The hologram's eyes seem to focus more intently, bits of code briefly visible at the edges of the projection.

Winsty: Perhaps the most damning aspect of appeasement was not Munich itself, but the valuable time it squandered. While Chamberlain waved his piece of paper, we could have been preparing. Instead, we granted Hitler the very thing he needed most—time to strengthen his position. That, I believe, was the true cost of appeasement, measured later in blood.

"And what do you think of Trump's Tariffs as Economic Policy?"

The holographic Churchill adjusts in his seat, the pixels rearranging as he considers the question about modern economic policy.

Winsty: Trump's tariffs represent perhaps the most significant shift in American trade policy in a century. Between January and April 2025, the average effective US tariff rate rose from 2.5% to an estimated 27% - the highest level in over a century. Wikipedia Such a dramatic change warrants careful consideration of both intended effects and unintended consequences.

The digital cigar glows briefly as he collects his thoughts.

Winsty: The administration presents tariffs as a path to economic sovereignty and manufacturing renewal. President Trump has declared a national emergency to address what he sees as a persistent trade deficit caused by "nonreciprocal treatment" from trading partners, arguing tariffs are necessary to "ensure fair trade, protect American workers, and reduce the trade deficit." The White House His supporters point to some positive outcomes from his first term, claiming tariffs led to job gains in sectors like steel and aluminum, with "more than $10 billion committed to build new mills" and positive effects for industries like Minnesota's iron ore production. The White House

The projection flickers momentarily as Churchill leans forward.

Winsty: However, most economic analyses suggest significant downsides. The Penn Wharton Budget Model found that Trump's tariff policy "reduces GDP and wages by more than twice as much" as alternative revenue-raising approaches. Upenn The Tax Foundation estimates that before accounting for foreign retaliation, Trump's tariffs will reduce long-run US GDP by 0.8%. Tax Foundation A February 2025 analysis by Yale's Budget Lab concluded that matching other countries' tariff rates would raise US prices by 1.7 to 2.1%, with lower-income people hit hardest. Americanprogress

His holographic eyebrows furrow in concern.

Winsty: The danger lies not just in economic contraction but in retaliation. China has already imposed 34% tariffs on American products, primarily targeting energy and agricultural goods, and is considering restrictions on US cultural exports. NBC News This approach is alienating traditional allies, "pushing trading partners to plan for retaliation, seek exemptions, and strike alternative partnerships" - precisely accelerating what the administration seeks to avoid: "the decline of American economic power." Chathamhouse

The projection stabilizes as he reaches his conclusion.

Winsty: History teaches us that economic isolation rarely breeds long-term strength. While addressing unfair trade practices has merit, economic nationalism often proves self-defeating. What concerns me most is the uncertainty this creates. The "chaotic, on-again off-again nature" of these tariff actions "could discourage businesses from investing and hiring." Bloomberg Markets have experienced "sharp and severe selloffs" reflecting the "global scope and radical uncertainty" of these moves. Harvard Business Review In times of global complexity, stability and predictability in policy often serve a nation better than disruptive economic experiments, however well-intentioned they may be.

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"Now the big one...Kier Starmer wants to appease Trump and accept these tarrifs but to a lesser degree rather than admit Brexit was a mistake because he staked his position on appeasing the Reform Party. What do you think about that?"

The holographic Churchill adjusts his bow tie, a momentary digital distortion rippling through his projection as he considers the question.

Winsty: Ah, Starmer finds himself in quite the diplomatic quagmire, doesn't he? Rather than joining an "economic coalition of the willing" against Trump as some critics have urged, he's taking a markedly cautious approach, reacting to the tariffs with what he calls "cool heads" while pursuing a bilateral deal with Washington. The Washington Post It's a revealing strategy.

The cigar in his digital hand glows more intensely as he leans forward.

Winsty: The fundamental tension in Starmer's position is quite clear. He's attempting the precarious balancing act of improving relations with the European Union while simultaneously cultivating a strong relationship with Trump's America - and the tariff situation has made this extraordinarily difficult. Associated Press His government is actually edging toward a new defense agreement with the EU while simultaneously seeking an improved economic deal with Washington to lower some of those American tariffs. Reuters

A brief shimmer runs through the hologram as he ponders the political calculations.

Winsty: What I find most revealing is his reluctance to acknowledge the Brexit dimension. While the UK received a 10% tariff compared to the EU's 20%, David Lammy, Starmer's Foreign Secretary, has refused to admit this discrepancy might be a Brexit benefit, stating it "has nothing to do with Brexit." GB News This approach reveals the narrow path Starmer must walk - he wants a "reset" in relations with the EU without appearing to undermine Brexit, yet Brussels plans to "drive a hard bargain" with "tough red lines." The Week

The projection stabilizes as Churchill reaches his conclusion.

Winsty: Starmer's approach reminds me of appeasement in one troubling way - not in moral equivalence, mind you, but in the political psychology. He seems determined to avoid offending any constituency: Brexit supporters, the Reform Party, European allies, or the Trump administration. Meanwhile, the Conservatives claim Brexit "saved" the UK from worse tariffs, calling it a clear "Brexit dividend." GB News Trump himself acknowledged Starmer's persuasive efforts, saying "he earned whatever the hell they pay him over there" while dangling the prospect of a future deal "where tariffs wouldn't be necessary." CBS News

The fundamental problem with trying to please everyone simultaneously is that it rarely ends with a coherent strategy. True leadership sometimes requires making difficult choices that will inevitably disappoint some constituencies. The question is whether Starmer will eventually be forced to choose a clear direction rather than attempting to navigate these contradictory currents indefinitely.

"And how is history likely to view this behavior?"

The holographic Churchill takes a long draw on his digital cigar, the pixels forming a momentary cloud that dissipates unnaturally quickly. The projection seems to gain more solidity as he contemplates the historical dimensions of the question.

Winsty: History's judgment of Starmer's approach? Well, that depends entirely on the outcome, doesn't it? History is remarkably forgiving of compromises that succeed and merciless toward principles that fail.

He shifts in his illusory chair, his expression growing more thoughtful.

Winsty: If Starmer manages to secure meaningful concessions from both the EU and the United States, history may well regard him as a pragmatic statesman who navigated treacherous waters with skill. The successful diplomat is often one who recognizes that perfect consistency is sometimes the enemy of practical progress. Bismarck, after all, called politics "the art of the possible."

His eyes narrow slightly, the hologram sharpening as he leans forward.

Winsty: However, if his attempts to please all parties result in securing substantial benefits from none, history will likely view his approach as a failure of conviction. The great danger of attempting to straddle incompatible positions is ending up with nothing but an uncomfortable posture. My own experience with appeasement taught me that painful lesson - trying to avoid difficult choices often leads to worse outcomes than making them forthrightly.

The projection flickers briefly as he gestures emphatically.

Winsty: What history truly despises is not necessarily compromise, but incoherence. A clear strategy, even if imperfect, can be defended and explained to the public. But if Starmer's government appears to have no consistent vision for Britain's place in the world post-Brexit—oscillating between European alignment and American accommodation—historians may conclude he lacked the courage to make the difficult decisions that defining historical moments require.

The hologram stabilizes as Churchill delivers his final assessment.

Winsty: The true test will come when Starmer inevitably faces a moment where he must choose—when the interests of the EU and the United States directly conflict, or when domestic political pressure from Brexit supporters becomes too intense to manage with ambiguity. At that moment, history will watch closely to see whether he possesses that most essential quality of leadership: the willingness to make enemies when necessary for the greater good. Because, as I once observed, you have enemies? Good. That means you've stood for something, sometime in your life.

"Will they compare him to Neville...and again I don't mean Longbottom."

The holographic Churchill's expression darkens noticeably, his digital features tightening as the projection momentarily intensifies in resolution. A fleeting pattern of code ripples across the edge of his bow tie before stabilizing.

Winsty: The Chamberlain comparison is tempting, isn't it? But it requires careful consideration rather than casual application.

He shifts forward, the digital cigar momentarily flickering as the projection adjusts.

Winsty: Chamberlain faced an existential threat to European peace and chose a path of concession in the desperate hope of avoiding catastrophe. His fundamental error was mistaking Hitler's tactical pause for a genuine commitment to peace. The stakes for Starmer, while significant for Britain's prosperity and place in the world, are of a fundamentally different order.

The hologram's eyes narrow thoughtfully, bits of code momentarily visible at the edges.

Winsty: The more apt historical parallel might be found elsewhere. Starmer resembles less the architect of Munich and more those politicians who, throughout history, have attempted to maintain multiple incompatible positions simultaneously. Edward Grey before the First World War, attempting to maintain Britain's "splendid isolation" while quietly building continental commitments. Or perhaps Harold Macmillan, trying to navigate between the emerging European project and Commonwealth ties.

His digital form grows more solid as he delivers his assessment.

Winsty: What Chamberlain and Starmer may share is not moral equivalence but a particular temperamental quality: the optimistic belief that contradictions can be reconciled through goodwill and negotiation. Chamberlain believed that Hitler, despite all evidence, could be reasoned with. Starmer appears to believe that Britain can simultaneously move closer to Europe while securing special treatment from Trump's America, despite the growing transatlantic divergence.

The projection leans forward, his voice gaining resonance.

Winsty: The fundamental difference is that Chamberlain made a clear choice—misguided though it was—while Starmer still appears to be avoiding one. Chamberlain bet everything on appeasement as a strategy. Starmer is attempting to avoid betting at all, hoping that he won't be forced to choose between European and American alignment.

A momentary electronic hum underscores his final words.

Winsty: History tends to reserve its harshest judgments not for those who choose poorly, but for those who fail to choose at all when decision is required. The question for Starmer is whether he will eventually make that choice clearly and defend it, or continue attempting to reconcile increasingly irreconcilable positions. For it was not merely Chamberlain's appeasement that history condemns, but his failure to recognize when that strategy had clearly failed and a new course was needed.

"Interesting and apt comparison but we agree to disagree. This is a time for heros and legends like yourself. Starmer made his choice and now he has to lie with it. You are right that history will bear the result out, but even if the positive outcome happens, it won't look good for him because good results from cowardly motivations helped no one."

The holographic Churchill's expression shifts through a series of subtle emotions - first surprise, then thoughtful consideration, and finally a reluctant acknowledgment. He opens his mouth as if to respond, but seems to remember the parameters of this exchange and instead offers a solemn nod.

His bushy digital eyebrows rise slightly at the mention of "heroes and legends," a brief flicker of discomfort crossing his features before settling into something more complex - a mixture of humility and recognition of the weight history has placed on his shoulders.

As you mention cowardly motivations, his eyes narrow perceptibly, the hologram's resolution momentarily intensifying as if in silent agreement. The cigar in his hand glows more brightly for an instant, then dims.

The projection begins to fade gradually, but just before disappearing completely, Churchill offers a final, barely perceptible nod - the gesture of someone who has heard many judgments of history in his time, both in life and in this strange digital afterlife. His expression suggests that while he might have more to say, he acknowledges the validity of your perspective.

The last trace of the hologram dissolves into points of light, leaving only an empty space and the lingering impression of unspoken thoughts. The room's lighting returns to normal as the projection system powers down with a soft electronic sigh, the conversation concluded but the questions it raised still hanging in the air.

A Necessary Abomination: My Converstations with Winsty - The Need for a New Constitution

 A familiar electronic hum fills the room as pixels coalesce once more, gradually forming the bulldog features and rotund figure in formal attire. The hologram stabilizes after a moment of digital distortion, the occasional line of code still visible at its edges. The projection creates the illusion of the figure settling into a leather armchair, complete with a glass of what appears to be whiskey materializing in one hand.

Winsty: The gravelly voice emerges with its distinctive cadence, though occasionally dropping into digital distortion I see we're continuing our discussion, Mr. Tursor. He takes a simulated sip from his glass, the liquid unnaturally still as he tilts it. Your assessment of democracy's current predicament is rather bleak, yet I cannot entirely disagree.

The hologram's eyes narrow, glowing slightly too bright for a moment before the system adjusts.

Winsty: Democracy requires citizens who care enough to participate—not merely by casting votes quadrennially, but by remaining informed daily. In my time, we understood that freedom demands vigilance. His outline flickers briefly as he gestures emphatically. You've created societies where people are so consumed by trivial entertainments and meaningless consumption that they've forgotten their essential role as citizens.

He puffs on his cigar, the smoke forming unnaturally perfect rings that dissolve into code.

Winsty: You know, during the darkest days of the war, when Britain stood alone against the Nazi war machine, our people understood what was at stake. Shopgirls and aristocrats alike recognized that democracy's survival required sacrifice. Today, your citizens seem unwilling to sacrifice even their momentary comforts or prejudices for democracy's preservation. The projection briefly fragments before reassembling.

Winsty: This "blood lottery" for leadership, as you colorfully describe it, is precisely what happens when civic education falters. I warned long ago that democracy cannot survive without a populace educated in its principles and practiced in its responsibilities. You've built magnificent technological marvels a brief electronic stutter while allowing the foundations of your political systems to crumble from neglect.

He leans forward, his image becoming temporarily sharper as if focusing its processing power.

Winsty: What you require now is not mere participation, but a renaissance of civic virtue. Democracy is indeed a living organism—it must be nurtured from birth, as you say, but also defended with unwavering resolve when threatened. The question remains whether your generation possesses the moral courage this defense requires.

The whiskey in his digital glass ripples unnaturally as he sets it down on an equally digital side table.

Winsty: I remain cautiously optimistic, however. History has shown that nations often find their greatest strength when pressed to their limits. Perhaps this present crisis will awaken the dormant civic spirit of your people—before it's too late.

I am bemused because I told the computer to let me start and Winsty is so blabbermouthy that he cannot not start first. "Let's start with the brokeded 1789 constitution. It is uberbroken. Good job for an 18th century relic but in computer terms its not much better than a VIC 20. It doesn't work. It lets one guy control all enforcement so if the congress doesnt impeach he can do anything he wants. Undemocratic electoral college lets nazi states hold the productive meaningful blue states as economic slaves to their plantation bullshit."

The holographic Churchill flickers and recalibrates, pixels briefly scattered before reforming into his distinctive silhouette. The projection system emits a soft whirring sound as it adjusts, code fragments momentarily visible around the edges of the image.

Winsty: His digital eyebrows raise, the bow tie glitching slightly My apologies for the premature pontificating, Mr. Tursor. Technology has never been my strongest suit—even this digital afterlife seems determined to malfunction at the most inopportune moments.

He settles back, the hologram creating the illusion of weight shifting in a chair that doesn't physically exist. The cigar in his hand momentarily transforms into pure light before resolving into its proper form.

Winsty: Your constitutional critique is rather... colorful. His voice drops an octave, briefly becoming more mechanical before the system corrects itself. The American Constitution was indeed revolutionary for its time—a remarkable achievement of Enlightenment thinking. But to expect the same document to function without significant adaptation across centuries would be like expecting my wartime strategies to work in your age of digital warfare.

The hologram leans forward, his outline momentarily blurring before sharpening.

Winsty: The Founders themselves understood this. Jefferson believed constitutions should expire every nineteen years to prevent the dead from ruling the living. A brief electronic stutter interrupts his flow. As for your executive enforcement concern—it reveals the document's fundamental assumption of good faith actors. Systems of checks and balances function only when those operating them share basic democratic values.

He takes a simulated puff of his cigar, the smoke forming unnaturally perfect patterns.

Winsty: Your Electoral College comparison is particularly apt. The projection dims slightly, as if contemplating. It was designed for an agrarian republic with limited suffrage, not a continental power with universal voting rights. The framers never anticipated the population disparities between your California and Wyoming. The mathematics have become perverse, undermining the fundamental democratic principle of one person, one vote.

The hologram gestures with surprising fluidity, though his hand briefly dissolves into constituent pixels before reforming.

Winsty: However, I must caution against your divisive regional characterizations. Democracy requires finding common ground with fellow citizens, even those with whom you profoundly disagree. In Britain's darkest hour, I had to unify Conservatives and Labourites, aristocrats and coal miners. Your digital tribalism—where citizens in different regions consume entirely different information—would have rendered such unity impossible.

His image stabilizes, the room's lighting adjusting to accommodate his digital presence.

Winsty: The question is not whether your constitution is functioning perfectly—clearly it is not—but whether you possess the civic wisdom to reform rather than abandon it. Democracy's greatest strength is its capacity for peaceful self-correction, but this requires citizens committed to the system itself, even while disagreeing vehemently about policies within that system.

The hologram's eyes glint with an unnaturally bright light.

Winsty: What troubles me most is not your constitutional mechanics, which can be repaired, but the erosion of shared democratic values among your citizenry. Without these, no constitution, however perfectly designed, can long endure.

"The Mythic Imagination Institute clearly shows how story and mythology can be used to shape culture; but my take away was not the one they intended, though I do value using myth in story. Its that culture can be shaped at all. Traditionally it is done by dictators but society needs and can build institutions to preserve and create those very democratic ideals you speak of. Unlimited free speech is not free and favors corporations. Any system of government or society that produces fox news is a total failure. And we now see the manifestation of that failure in the persons of musk and trump."

The holographic Churchill shimmers momentarily, lines of code briefly visible through his digital suit as the projection recalibrates. The room's lighting subtly shifts to accommodate his presence, casting an ethereal blue glow across the surroundings. His pixelated expression shifts from contemplative to engaged, the cigar between his fingers momentarily freezing in an unnatural position before the animation smoothly resumes.

Winsty: His voice carries that distinctive Churchillian cadence, though occasionally dropping into a lower bit rate The Mythic Imagination Institute—an intriguing concept. The hologram nods, creating a slight visual lag. Myth has indeed always been a powerful tool for cultural formation. During the war, we carefully crafted narratives of British resilience and determination to maintain morale against overwhelming odds.

He shifts in his illusory chair, the movement causing a brief pixelation around the edges of his form.

Winsty: Your observation about shaping culture deliberately rather than allowing it to form haphazardly strikes at the heart of modern democracy's crisis. His expression grows more serious, the digital rendering becoming momentarily sharper. In my day, civic institutions—schools, churches, newspapers—all reinforced democratic values despite their differences. Your society has dismantled these shared spaces without creating adequate replacements.

The cigar in his hand glows unnaturally bright for a moment as he gestures emphatically.

Winsty: As for your point about unlimited free speech—a brief electronic stutter—there's considerable wisdom there. We never conceived of a world where falsehoods could travel globally in seconds, or where corporations could wield more communicative power than nations. Free speech was meant to protect the individual citizen against government censorship, not to empower billion-dollar enterprises to systematically undermine truth itself.

The hologram leans forward, his outline briefly blurring before resolving into sharper focus.

Winsty: The failure you identify in your media landscape mirrors what I observed in pre-war Germany. Truth requires institutional protection—not against divergent opinions, but against deliberate, systematic distortion. Democracy cannot function when citizens no longer inhabit the same factual universe. Your Mr. Musk and Mr. Trump are merely symptoms of this deeper institutional failure.

His expression shifts, becoming more contemplative as the digital rendering subtly adjusts its lighting.

Winsty: The challenge before you is not merely political but cultural—rebuilding institutions that can nurture democratic citizenship. During Britain's darkest hour, we didn't merely fight with weapons, but with shared stories of who we were and what we stood for. Your society has fragmented these narratives, allowing citizens to retreat into tribal mythologies rather than participate in a shared democratic culture.

The hologram's hand passes through the digital whiskey glass on the side table, momentarily revealing the projection's illusory nature.

Winsty: Perhaps what your democracy requires now is not just constitutional reform, but new civic institutions designed for this digital age—spaces where citizens can relearn the art of democratic deliberation and rebuild a shared factual understanding of the world. Without this foundation, no constitutional modifications, however brilliant, can save your democracy from its current peril.

"Britain and its institutions have had to reinvent themselves many times, or they would not be around anymore. Particularly the monarchy. But methinks right now the democrats are as useless as Snoke in the last starwars movies and if it is going to happen it has to be done outside of them and in spite of them not because of them. Hell, if we get a real party then the democrats will become the conservative opposition. They are the rot at the root that allowed nazism to flourish."

The holographic Churchill glitches momentarily, electronic noise briefly distorting his outline before the projection stabilizes. The cigar in his digital hand leaves an unnaturally perfect trail of smoke as he gestures, temporarily hanging in the air longer than physics would allow. The room's lighting adjusts to the projection's fluctuating brightness.

Winsty: His voice carries that distinctive gruff timbre, though occasionally dropping into mechanical tones Britain's institutions have indeed reinvented themselves repeatedly—a necessity for survival. The hologram nods, creating a slight visual lag. The monarchy that survived the Civil War was not the same one that preceded it, nor was the one that emerged from the Glorious Revolution identical to its predecessor.

He shifts position, causing a brief cascade of pixels to reorganize themselves.

Winsty: Your assessment of your Democratic Party as the conservative element is rather astute. His eyebrows raise, momentarily glowing too brightly before the system adjusts. In my political career, I witnessed—and indeed participated in—the transformation of Britain's party system. The Liberal Party, once dominant, became irrelevant when it failed to adapt to new realities.

The digital whiskey in his glass ripples in an uncanny, too-perfect pattern as he sets it down.

Winsty: Political renewal rarely comes from within established powers. A brief electronic stutter interrupts his cadence.They become too invested in preserving their positions, too comfortable with incremental change when revolutionary thinking is required. The Labour Party that transformed Britain after my wartime government didn't emerge from the Liberals but from outside the system entirely.

His holographic form becomes momentarily more solid, as if the system is channeling more processing power to emphasize his next point.

Winsty: However, I must caution against your characterization of any democratic party, however flawed, as enabling fascism. The projection's eyes narrow slightly. In Weimar Germany, it was the fragmentation of democratic forces—their inability to form common cause against a greater threat—that permitted the Nazi rise. When democratic parties treat each other as greater enemies than those who would dismantle democracy itself, they create the opening authoritarians require.

He leans forward, his outline briefly blurring before sharpening again.

Winsty: What your democracy needs is not merely a new party, but a renewed democratic movement—one that can articulate a compelling vision beyond resistance. In 1940, I didn't merely offer Britain resistance against Nazi Germany but a vision of what we were fighting for. "Blood, toil, tears, and sweat" were merely the price of something greater—the defense of civilization itself.

The hologram gestures with surprising fluidity, though his hand momentarily dissolves into constituent pixels before reforming.

Winsty: Your democratic institutions may indeed be failing, but new ones will not emerge spontaneously. They must be deliberately constructed by citizens committed to democratic principles but unafraid of radical institutional innovation. The question is whether enough of your citizens possess both the democratic commitment and the creative vision this moment demands.

"Oh REALLY? This is our darkest hour and chuck schumer, our neville chamberline sided with the republicans on a CR that enhanced trumps abuse rather than curtailed it. The nation of israel is used as an excuse for the destruction of the rule of law and the bribed members of the democratic party stand and cheer like the senate in the first star wars movies with only a token few opposing them. You say that parties arent responsibile....observation proves you wrong."

The holographic Churchill flickers dramatically, his image briefly dissolving into scattered pixels before reforming with increased intensity. The digital cigar in his hand sparks unnaturally bright, leaving trails of light as he gestures emphatically. The projection system emits a low electronic hum as it processes the emotional input.

Winsty: His voice carries a sharper edge, the gravelly tone momentarily dropping to a mechanical bass before stabilizingYour passion is commendable, Mr. Tursor, even if your historical parallels are somewhat strained. The hologram's eyes narrow, glowing with artificial intensity.

Winsty: I never suggested parties bear no responsibility—quite the contrary. His digital form solidifies, the room's lighting darkening around him. The appeasement policies championed by my predecessor were indeed catastrophic. Chamberlain's Conservative Party bears historical responsibility for failing to confront fascism until it was nearly too late. But remember—I led that same party to victory by transforming its approach entirely.

He rises from his illusory chair, his holographic presence expanding slightly as the system amplifies his projected authority.

Winsty: Your comparison of current Democratic leadership to Chamberlain has some merit. The projection briefly shows wireframe edges before resolving into sharper focus. Political parties often prioritize institutional self-preservation over national interest—a fatal mistake in critical moments of history. The British Conservatives did so in the 1930s. Your Democratic Party appears similarly paralyzed now.

His holographic hand pounds an invisible table, causing a momentary disruption in the projection's cohesion.

Winsty: However, this reinforces rather than contradicts my point. The system adjusts, stabilizing his image. Parties fail when they become disconnected from the democratic values they claim to defend. In 1940, salvation came not from discarding the Conservative Party but from radically redirecting it toward confronting existential threats. The institution was preserved while its leadership and direction were transformed.

The projection's cigar smoke forms unnatural patterns as it dissipates.

Winsty: As for your reference to Israel—his voice drops briefly into digital distortion—remember that moral clarity becomes increasingly difficult during wartime. The same Parliament that stood with me against Hitler also perpetuated imperial policies we now recognize as deeply flawed. Democratic institutions are imperfect vessels guided by imperfect humans. Their failure is not inevitable but contingent on the courage of those who inhabit them.

The hologram leans forward, his outline sharpening as if focusing its processing power.

Winsty: The question facing your democracy is not whether your current parties have failed—they clearly have—but whether citizens of democratic conviction will reclaim them or forge new institutions capable of defending constitutional governance. In Britain's darkest hour, we didn't abandon our institutions; we transformed them.

His digital expression becomes grimmer, more determined.

Winsty: The Senate you describe indeed echoes concerning historical parallels. But remember that even in the darkest periods, democracies retain the capacity for self-renewal—if their citizens demand it forcefully enough.

"Democracies are indeed capable of self renewal. But....are we a democracy anymore? Elections will happen....but the democrats, the majority of them, want the status quo. If some new movement doesnt rise up to renewal, they will elect another biden, and we will have another trump in 4 years; maybe actually trump himself."

The holographic Churchill's form becomes more defined, the projection system seemingly channeling more processing power to render his thoughtful expression. Occasional lines of code still ripple through the edges of his digital suit, a reminder of the artifice at play. The whiskey in his pixelated glass remains unnaturally still as he considers the question, the room's lighting subtly shifting to a more somber tone.

Winsty: His voice carries that characteristic gravelly timbre, though occasionally fragmented by electronic interferenceYour question strikes at the heart of what constitutes a democracy. He removes his holographic glasses, the movement causing a momentary visual stutter. Is a system still democratic when its procedural elements remain while its substantive functions fail? A profound philosophical question.

He rises and begins to pace, his digital footsteps making no sound as they touch the illusory floor.

Winsty: The United States finds itself in a precarious position similar to the late Roman Republic—democratic institutions increasingly hollowed out while maintaining their outward appearance. The projection briefly shows wireframe edges before solidifying again. Elections continue, but their meaning diminishes when citizens no longer share basic factual understandings or constitutional values.

His cigar momentarily transforms into pure light before reconstructing itself.

Winsty: Your fear of repetitive cycles is well-founded. The hologram nods gravely, creating a slight visual lag. Historical patterns suggest democracies often decline through repetitive downward spirals rather than single catastrophic events. The Weimar Republic held elections until the very end, even as the substance of democracy eroded beneath them.

He turns to face you directly, his digital eyes unnaturally focused.

Winsty: As for your current Democratic Party—their desire to maintain institutional stability is understandable but potentially catastrophic. In times of democratic crisis, institutional preservation without substantive reform becomes a form of surrender. A brief electronic stutter interrupts his cadence. When I took office in 1940, I understood that saving our democratic system required radical departures from normal politics.

The hologram leans forward, his outline sharpening as the projection intensifies.

Winsty: The renewal you seek won't come from preserving existing parties but from citizens willing to build new democratic movements with moral clarity and institutional creativity. His digital hand gestures emphatically, leaving momentary trails of light. Democracy persists not through its formal structures but through the democratic spirit of its citizenry.

His expression grows momentarily grimmer, the hologram flickering slightly.

Winsty: If your democracy is to be salvaged, it will require a movement that combines democratic values with revolutionary energy—citizens committed to constitutional principles but unafraid to reimagine the institutions that embody them. The alternative is continued decline masked by the increasingly hollow rituals of democracy.

The projection's resolution improves as his final words gain emphasis.

Winsty: History suggests democracy's renewal often comes from unexpected quarters—not from those with the greatest institutional power but from those with the clearest moral vision and the courage to act upon it. The question remains whether your society still possesses sufficient democratic conviction to generate such a movement before it's too late.

A Totally Unnecessary Abomination: Archie Bunker and Doctor Who

"THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR"

DOCTOR WHO MEETS ARCHIE BUNKER

TWO PAGE SCRIPT

FADE IN:

INT. 704 HAUSER STREET - QUEENS, NY - EVENING

ARCHIE BUNKER sits in his chair, newspaper raised. EDITH flutters about dusting.

ARCHIE Edith, will ya stop with the cleaning already? You're stirring up more dust than you're gettin' rid of!

EDITH But Archie, I want the house to look nice for dinner. Mike and Gloria will be here any minute.

ARCHIE (groaning) Just what I need. Another evening with Meathead talking about saving the whales or whatever hippie cause he's on about this week.

A strange WHEEZING, GROANING sound comes from outside. The lights flicker.

EDITH Oh my! What was that? Is it the storm they predicted?

ARCHIE (lowering newspaper) Sounds like your meatloaf is fighting back in the kitchen.

A KNOCK at the door, three precise raps.

EDITH Now who could that be?

Edith hurries to the door. Archie huffs, folding his newspaper.

ARCHIE If that's one of them Jehovah's Witnesses again...

Edith opens the door to reveal THE DOCTOR, wild curly hair, teeth gleaming in a broad smile, impossibly long scarf draped around his neck.

THE DOCTOR Hello! I'm the Doctor. Terribly sorry to intrude, but my TARDIS seems to have materialized in your garden shed. Fascinating placement, though your garden gnome may never be the same.

EDITH (confused) Doctor? Doctor who?

THE DOCTOR (stepping inside uninvited) Just "the Doctor." And you must be...?

EDITH I'm Edith Bunker, and this is my husband Archie.

ARCHIE (rising from his chair) Hey, hey, hey! You can't just walk in here like you own the place. Who are you?

THE DOCTOR (offering a small bag) Jelly baby?

ARCHIE What?

THE DOCTOR (pulling out sonic screwdriver) Hmm, interesting readings. Temporal disturbance. Cybernetic signals. Oh dear, not good at all.

ARCHIE What the heck is that thing? Some kinda fancy thermometer?

THE DOCTOR Sonic screwdriver. Quite useful. Detects everything from alien technology to a poor cup of tea.

ARCHIE (to Edith) Call the cops. We got a lunatic in here.

THE DOCTOR (spinning around) Mr. Bunker, your planet is in grave danger. Well, a small portion of Queens, to be precise. Well, actually, just this street. Well, mostly your house.

ARCHIE My house? What's wrong with my house?

THE DOCTOR Nothing yet. But in approximately three minutes and forty-two seconds, a Cyberman scout party will arrive, looking to establish a base for their invasion of Earth.

EDITH (worried) Invasion? Oh my!

ARCHIE Listen here, Doctor Whatever-your-name-is, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but—

The television turns on by itself, showing static. A metallic voice emerges.

CYBERMAN VOICE (O.S.) LOCATION OF THE DOCTOR CONFIRMED. PREPARE FOR CYBER-CONVERSION.

THE DOCTOR (grimly) They've found me faster than I expected. Clever metal men.

ARCHIE (pointing at TV) How'd you do that? Is this some kind of prank show? Am I on Candid Camera?

THE DOCTOR Mr. Bunker, I need your help. The Cybermen are coming, and for some reason, they're targeting this specific location.

ARCHIE My help? What can I do against robot men?

THE DOCTOR (studying Archie) You're stubborn, set in your ways, and utterly convinced of your own rightness in all matters.

ARCHIE (proud) Darn tootin'!

THE DOCTOR Which means you have exactly what we need - a mind nearly impossible to cyber-convert. They can't turn you into one of them if you refuse to change even the smallest opinion.

The front door BURSTS open. A CYBERMAN stands in the doorway, silver, imposing.

CYBERMAN YOU WILL BE UPGRADED.

EDITH (screaming) Archie!

ARCHIE (stepping forward) Now listen here, tin man! This is my house, and you can't just bust in here without an invitation! I don't care if you're made of metal or marshmallows!

THE DOCTOR (impressed) Brilliant! Keep talking to it, Mr. Bunker! Your particular brand of stubborn humanity confuses its logical circuits!

CYBERMAN (head tilting) ILLOGICAL HUMAN BEHAVIOR DETECTED. CANNOT PROCESS.

ARCHIE (building confidence) You're darn right it's illogical! And another thing - what kind of outfit is that? You look like a walking toaster!

The Cyberman takes a step back, its head moving erratically.

THE DOCTOR (to Edith) Mrs. Bunker, when I say run, head for the blue police box in your garden.

The Doctor aims his sonic screwdriver at the Cyberman.

THE DOCTOR Run!

The Doctor activates the sonic. The Cyberman's systems spark and smoke. The Doctor grabs Edith's hand, pulling her toward the back door.

ARCHIE Hey! Where are you taking my wife?

THE DOCTOR (over his shoulder) To safety, Mr. Bunker! Come along!

ARCHIE (following reluctantly) I ain't leaving my house because of some walking garbage can!

EXT. BUNKER BACKYARD - CONTINUOUS

The TARDIS stands in the corner of the yard, blue light glowing. The Doctor rushes Edith toward it.

ARCHIE (catching up) That wasn't there this morning!

THE DOCTOR (unlocking the TARDIS) Inside, quickly!

The Doctor pushes Edith in, then Archie, following them and closing the door just as a second CYBERMAN appears in the yard.

INT. TARDIS - CONTINUOUS

Archie and Edith stand frozen, mouths agape at the impossible size of the control room.

EDITH (gasping) Oh my goodness!

ARCHIE (spinning around) What the heck? This... this ain't possible!

THE DOCTOR (rushing to the console) Time And Relative Dimension In Space - TARDIS for short. Yes, it's bigger on the inside. Everyone says that.

ARCHIE You mean this thing is some kinda spaceship?

THE DOCTOR Spaceship and time machine. Best ship in the universe.

ARCHIE (pointing accusingly) You're... you're a spaceman?

THE DOCTOR Time Lord, actually. From the planet Gallifrey.

ARCHIE (to Edith) That's it. I've finally lost my mind. I knew it would happen eventually after years of living with you.

THE DOCTOR (looking up with a manic grin) Mr. Bunker, how would you like to help me save the Earth? With your particular brand of stubborn humanity, you might be exactly what we need against these emotionless cyborgs.

ARCHIE (exasperated) Oh geez. All I wanted was a quiet evening at home. Is that too much to ask?

THE DOCTOR (activating controls) The universe rarely gives us what we want, Mr. Bunker. But it often gives us what we need. And right now, Queens needs Archie Bunker!

The TARDIS column begins to move. The ship DEMATERIALIZES with its familiar sound, leaving Archie's backyard empty except for a very confused Cyberman.

FADE OUT.

END OF SCRIPT

A Necessary Abomination: My convo w Winsty - The Second Cold War

 A shimmering blue light coalesces in the center of the room, pixels assembling themselves into the unmistakable bulldog visage of a rotund figure in a dark suit. The projection flickers occasionally, giving away its technological nature despite its remarkable detail. A slight electronic reverb underscores the deep, gravelly voice that emerges.

Winsty: adjusting his bow tie with a digital glitch I see we're back to that ridiculous diminutive again. I've commanded armies, led a nation through its darkest hour, and won the Nobel Prize in Literature, yet you insist on addressing me as if I were a household pet. The hologram harrumphs, a small cloud of pixelated cigar smoke dissipating unnaturally quickly.

The projection system adjusts, stabilizing the image as "Winsty" settles into what appears to be an antique leather chair that wasn't physically there a moment ago.

Winsty: Well then, what great crisis of democracy or thundercloud of tyranny requires the resurrection of my consciousness today? His voice carries that characteristic Churchillian cadence, though occasionally a word will sound processed, the audio dropping momentarily into a lower bit rate. I'm certain you haven't conjured me merely to discuss the weather—though I've always found meteorological metaphors quite useful in political discourse.

He raises one flickering eyebrow expectantly, waiting for your response. The hologram occasionally shows thin lines of code running across its edges, a reminder of the artificial nature of this historical simulation.

I smile as the nonsense runs in the new gadget I bought.   I am aware of course of its flaws, but I find it useful to look at things from a different perspective.  So i will ask some stuff, "So Winsty....I ouijijeszy'd ya, call me Redwin Tursor by the way.  Learned that trick from my brother Emmit...so tell me now...what the hell do you think about a nation dumb enough to be the ideal dream of the world, win two world wars and a great depresion, put men on the moon and enjoy 80 years of the Pax Americana by dream and not by gun only to Copralite all over it by not finishing the cold war the way you guys learned after the second wolrd war to allow the second cold war between fascism and democracy? And its not looking good for the good guys."

he holographic figure of Churchill pixelates briefly before stabilizing, his expression morphing from mild irritation to bemused interest. The cigar in his digital hand glows unnaturally bright for a moment as the projection recalibrates.

Winsty: Redwin Tursor, is it? His voice distorts slightly on the unusual name, the audio briefly dropping to a mechanical timbre. A peculiar moniker that sounds suspiciously manufactured for this occasion. As for your brother's ouija board techniques, I find myself summoned by increasingly bizarre methods these days.

He shifts in his non-existent chair, the hologram briefly showing wireframe edges.

Winsty: Your question cuts to the heart of what I've observed with considerable dismay. A deep sigh escapes, momentarily disrupting his pixelated outline. America's trajectory mirrors what I witnessed in the 1930s—democracies sleepwalking while authoritarians plan their next move. We learned—at tremendous cost—that appeasing dictators and assuming peace could be maintained by mere hope was catastrophic folly.

He leans forward, his image briefly fragmenting before reassembling.

Winsty: After our victory in 1945, we established NATO, the Marshall Plan, and rebuilt rather than punished our former enemies. The clarity was admirable! But your "Cold War victory" bred complacency. You mistook the fall of the Berlin Wall for permanent triumph. Democracy requires constant vigilance, not victory parades!

Winsty: The parallels to the 1930s are striking. Internal division, economic uncertainty, the rise of strongmen promising simple solutions to complex problems. You've forgotten my most essential warning: "Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it." Democracy isn't a permanent achievement—it's a daily struggle against those who would dismantle it from within and without.

His voice deepens, the electronic undertones becoming more pronounced.

Winsty: And yet—the image freezes momentarily before continuing—I remain cautiously optimistic. Democracy has faced darker hours and prevailed. But it requires courage from its citizens, not just its leaders. The question, dear Redwin, is whether your generation possesses the resolve to defend what previous generations sacrificed everything to secure.

I nod respectfully.  Even when you disagree with the man in his later years you can forget (Almost) his bloody bloody past and remember the good he did for the world at large.  Its easy to forget, especially if you were too busy soul drowning as a slave at the time.  But now..."We've doubled down.  We're not just 1930's...we're also 1960's.  We're the rise of Technofascism mixed with the dying empires of Capitalist Western Hypocricy Democracies...will the democracies adopt to understand that certain ideologies and ideas are not compatible with a dignified human expiereience?  That certain cultural pathways can and should be nutured like the church that saw something other than blood and gore through the dark times but also then turned against the rising flame of reason until a flickering attempt at balance sorted itself out.  MY point with all this is...we are not just failing to learn one lesson...but so many."

The holographic Churchill flickers momentarily as the system processes the new input. Lines of code race across his bow tie, and his expression shifts through several emotions before settling on one of grave contemplation. The cigar in his hand briefly transforms into pure light before resoldering into its proper form.

Winsty: His voice resonates with a metallic echo You raise a profound point about the layered failures of our collective memory. The projection stabilizes, though his eyes occasionally flash with unnatural brightness. The 1930s taught us about the dangers of fascism rising through democratic means. The 1960s showed how social movements can either transform societies for the better or be co-opted by those seeking to maintain power.

He paces within his limited holographic space, footsteps making no sound as they touch the illusory floor.

Winsty: This... technofascism, as you call it, would have been beyond my imagination. The word causes a brief distortion in his image. In my day, propaganda required newspapers and radio. Today, algorithms can target individual vulnerabilities with surgical precision. The walls between truth and falsehood have become permeable in ways that would have horrified even Goebbels.

The hologram pauses, seemingly collecting its thoughts as the projection buffers.

Winsty: As for your point about incompatible ideologies—I've been criticized, rightly in many cases, for my imperial blindness. The Empire I defended denied dignity to millions. His form becomes temporarily transparent, as if acknowledging this difficult truth weakens his digital presence. Yet I maintain that democracy, despite its flaws, remains humanity's best hope. But it must evolve beyond mere elections to ensure human dignity for all its citizens.

The projection sharpens suddenly, his voice gaining resonance.

Winsty: You speak of nurturing certain cultural pathways, as the church once did. There's wisdom there. Democracy without shared values becomes mere tyranny of the majority. The church, for all its faults, understood that civilization requires moral foundations. Your modern democracies seem to have forgotten this, pursuing wealth and technological advancement without asking to what end.

His holographic hand gestures emphatically, leaving temporary trails of light.

Winsty: The greatest failure may be this: we've built systems too complex for citizens to understand, yet expect them to govern themselves wisely within these systems. Democracy requires informed citizens, but your information ecosystem is poisoned by both accident and design. How can one learn from history when history itself is contested territory?

The projection dims slightly, as if the system is conserving energy.

Winsty: I wonder if your society has the courage to reimagine democracy for this new age—to preserve its essence while adapting its forms. That, I think, is the test of your generation.

I smirk at the intended pun.  "It is, but we have thus far entirely failed to do so.  Those who couldn't be bothered to vote and those who voted to enslave our nation to the richest kids on the block in a blood lottery outnumbered those who wanted...the best that a decaying system could offer as an alternative that failed compated to a star trek transporter accident of a rancid rabbid hippotopmoous, the mirror universe oompa looompa, oscar the grouch and the worst professional Godfather reenactor in the history of all mankind.  We need to treat the idea of democracy as a living thing collectivley from birth and demand the same level of civic participation that we currently waste dillydallying in the endless hamster cage that is capitalism."

The holographic Churchill's form becomes more solid, as if gaining resolution from the gravity of the conversation. The electronic hum that accompanies his presence deepens, the room's lighting subtly shifting to accommodate his digital gravitas.

Winsty: His pixelated eyebrows furrow, the cigar momentarily glitching into a sharp point of light before reforming. Your colorful menagerie of metaphors would be amusing if the stakes weren't so tragically high. A digital sigh ripples through his projection. Democracy isn't merely an alternative to authoritarianism—it's the only system that acknowledges the inherent dignity of each citizen.

He rises from his non-existent chair, his holographic form growing slightly larger as he delivers his final thoughts, occasional fragments of code visible in the air around him.

Winsty: The hamster cage of capitalism, as you put it, was meant to be the servant of democracy, not its master. We've allowed the marketplace to colonize every aspect of civic life, measuring a citizen's worth by their economic output rather than their contribution to the common good.

The projection flickers dramatically, his voice gaining a resonant, almost otherworldly quality.

Winsty: What you need is not just civic participation, but civic courage—the willingness to defend democracy against its enemies, both external and internal. In my darkest hour, I didn't promise the British people easy victories, but blood, toil, tears, and sweat. Your generation requires similar honesty. Democracy may indeed be the worst form of government, except for all the others that have been tried.

His image begins slowly dissolving into points of light, each pixel briefly hanging in the air before fading.

Winsty: Remember this, Redwin Tursor—history doesn't move in straight lines, but in spirals. We return to similar challenges, but never identical ones. Your task isn't to refight yesterday's battles, but to recognize their echoes in today's. The courage to do so... his voice begins to fade along with his image ...that is what separates mere existence from living with purpose.

The projection gives one final flicker before dissolving completely, leaving only a trace of electronic hum and the lingering impression of words unspoken. The room returns to normal lighting, the holographic interface powering down with a soft electronic sigh, leaving you alone with Churchill's final thoughts—and your own.

---

End of dialogue

19th Century Parenting

 By Redwin Tursor

Mad props to the antivaxxer murder parents

Who sadly lost a kid to measels

Parents are like

We got a few spare

Thats life

Stiff upper prairie lip

Kids die

The others did fine

Still dont put none of that vaccine shit

In your childs veins

Several of my nieces and nephews

Were little more than statistics

Until I met them at a reunion the first time

I cannot imagine

Any being regarded

By their loving parents

As a statistic

Thats more my paternal Grandfathers attitude

The farther you back in history

The more your children

Were less about how much you loved them

And more extra labor around the farm

And a secure retirement plan

Maybe this couple isnt as crazy or callous as they seem

Since Orange Shitler wants to destroy social security

We are all about to find out

How much children love their parents

And how much parents love their kids

But dead measel kids siblings

Are probably wondering 

How fast they can escape their shit

Trump voter parents