How the ruling class empties words of meaning to keep the people confused, divided, and docile
By Prince Kapone | Weaponized Information | September 23, 2025
The Hill, Harris, and the New Language of Nonsense
On Monday night, Kamala Harris went on MSNBC to warn the nation that Donald Trump is nothing less than a “communist dictator.” The Hill dutifully reproduced the line in a straight-faced campaign article, as if it were not the most farcical sentence ever strung together in the English language. Apparently, communism now looks like Mar-a-Lago golf trips, oil barons running energy policy, and billionaires stuffing tax breaks into their offshore accounts. If this is communism, then Jeff Bezos is the new Che Guevara, Elon Musk is the People’s Commissar for Space, and the Hamptons are the worker’s paradise.
But Harris wasn’t joking. She insisted that Trump represents the very thing America once compared itself against: the archetype of the communist tyrant. She lamented that the “titans of industry” have been silent in the face of his authoritarian moves, as though she actually expected the yacht-owning, merger-seeking billionaires to stand up for democracy instead of climbing into bed with power. “Democracy sustains capitalism. Capitalism thrives in a democracy,” Harris assured Maddow, reciting the catechism of the liberal wing of the ruling class. What she really means is that capitalism thrives best when the people are convinced they are free, when exploitation is dressed up in ballots and campaigns, when Wall Street can continue to plunder under the holy banner of democracy.
What The Hill framed as a simple campaign remark is actually something more dangerous. It is the emptying out of language, the weaponization of words into pure propaganda. Trump is not a communist dictator. He is the golden-haired front man of technofascism, a servant of monopoly capital and empire, the logical product of the very system Harris herself serves. To call him “communist” is not only absurd—it is a way of keeping the masses politically illiterate, turning them into spectators of a theater where every villain is a Marxist and every capitalist savior comes draped in red, white, and blue. This is not analysis; it is brain rot, packaged for prime time.
When Words Stop Meaning Anything
The problem with Harris’s little soundbite is not just that it’s laughable—it’s that it reveals the full rot of American political language. In this country, words are not tools of clarity; they are instruments of confusion. “Democracy” is deployed to describe coups, sanctions, and bombs. “Dictator” is slapped on any leader who dares to say no to Washington. And “communist” has become a catch-all scarecrow, a floating insult that can be hurled at anyone from Joe Biden to Donald Trump to the local schoolteacher asking for a pay raise. Once upon a time, the Cold War at least pretended to distinguish between socialism and fascism; now the ruling class has dispensed with even that pretense. Everything is communism, which means nothing is.
This didn’t happen overnight. It is the long decay of propaganda, stretching back through McCarthyism, through the Reaganite fantasy of “evil empires,” through decades of corporate news turning communism into a bogeyman for every social demand. The result is a public square where the left calls Trump a fascist-communist hybrid, while the right swears Obama was a closet Marxist who dreamed of collectivizing golf courses. What unites both camps is their contempt for the people’s intelligence. They don’t care if the words make sense; they care that they frighten, that they shut down thought, that they herd millions into camps of blind loyalty.
To call Trump a communist dictator is not an error—it is a strategy. It collapses categories, muddies the waters, and ensures that no one can speak seriously about class power, exploitation, or imperialism. The language of politics becomes a carnival mirror, where socialism looks like authoritarianism, authoritarianism looks like populism, and capitalism always disguises itself as freedom. It is linguistic warfare designed to keep the working class unarmed on the ideological terrain. And when words stop meaning anything, ruling-class power can mean everything.
Trump Is No Communist—He’s the Face of Technofascism
Strip away the hysterics, and what do you actually see in Trump’s second regime? A government welded tightly to monopoly finance, fossil fuel barons, and Silicon Valley oligarchs. You see tax cuts for billionaires, deregulation for corporations, militarization at home and abroad, and surveillance networks expanding deeper into every crevice of daily life. This is not socialism, it is capitalism with its mask off. Trump doesn’t seize wealth for the collective good—he hands it over to the same cartel of oil, tech, and finance that Harris’s own party serves.
Call it what it is: technofascism. A political configuration where the capitalist state fuses more completely with corporate power, disciplines the working class through austerity, surveillance, and policing, and mobilizes a digital propaganda machine to drown dissent in oceans of lies. Trump is no more a communist dictator than Mussolini was a labor organizer. He is the authoritarian manager of a decaying empire, presiding over the plunder of both the planet and the people. To pretend otherwise is not just sloppy analysis—it is deliberate misdirection, keeping the public chasing phantoms while the real looters walk out the back door with everything.
To call this man a communist is not only absurd, it is a grotesque inversion of reality. Trump is not the enemy of capitalism—he is its most loyal steward in a time of crisis. He represents capitalism in decay, capitalism that no longer bothers with democratic veneers, capitalism that would rather smash its opponents than persuade them. If there is a danger here, it is not the ghost of Marx but the very real machinery of profit, empire, and repression that Trump wields on behalf of his class.
Why Harris Needs the Communist Boogeyman
Harris’s outburst on MSNBC was not random—it was strategic. By painting Trump as a “communist dictator,” she achieves two objectives at once: she recycles Cold War paranoia to discipline liberals into defending capitalism, and she shields her own class from blame. When she insists that “democracy sustains capitalism” and “capitalism thrives in a democracy,” she is not making a profound observation—she is performing the oldest sleight of hand in American politics. She wants us to believe there is such a thing as a “good” capitalism, one where the billionaire class behaves responsibly, one where “titans of industry” will protect the people from Trump’s excesses. But those titans are not silent because they are scared—they are silent because they are complicit. They are profiting. They are calculating. They are already cashing in on the chaos.
The “communist dictator” line is propaganda designed to deflect. Instead of acknowledging that Trump is capitalism in crisis form—a billionaire’s best friend wrapped in a fascist aesthetic—Harris wants the masses to imagine that Trump somehow represents the opposite of capitalism. This trick allows her to pose as the defender of freedom, to rehabilitate the very system that spawned Trump, and to turn capitalism itself into the victim of one man’s supposed tyranny. It is the same rhetorical game the ruling class has played for decades: blame communism for every evil, blame “dictators” for every crisis, and never admit that the real dictatorship we live under is the dictatorship of capital itself.
This is why the rhetoric matters. When Harris red-baits Trump, she is not just wrong—she is useful. She provides cover for a system that is eating itself alive. She teaches people to fear a phantom communism rather than confront the very real power of the ruling class. And she performs the liberal’s eternal role in U.S. politics: to dress empire in kinder language, to scold the fascist cousin while guarding the family fortune, to keep the people’s rage trapped in the safe channels of electoral theater.
The Infantilization of the Masses
When Harris declares that Trump is a “communist dictator,” she is not speaking to inform—she is speaking to infantilize. The assumption is that the people are children who can only understand politics through cartoon villains and fairy-tale heroes. One side shouts that Obama was a secret Marxist, the other insists that Trump is the second coming of Stalin, and the result is a national discourse where words float free of reality. Millions genuinely believe these fictions, not because they are stupid, but because the ruling class has starved them of any real political education and drowned them in decades of propaganda.
This is the essence of ideological warfare in the United States: keep the people busy arguing over which billionaire-backed politician is secretly a communist, and they’ll never notice the capitalist dictatorship they actually live under. Keep them terrified of “socialism” as a boogeyman, and they won’t see that their wages are stagnant, their debts are unpayable, their health care is rationed, and their children are locked in schools policed like prisons. Confuse the language, and you confuse the struggle. Reduce everything to name-calling, and you reduce the working class to spectators in an absurd puppet show.
The tragedy is that this deliberate confusion works. Harris’s soundbite will circulate, pundits will nod, and millions will accept the framing because no alternative explanation is ever allowed to break through the noise. In this way, the ruling class maintains its grip not only through police and prisons, but through words emptied of meaning, through a discourse so degraded that clarity itself becomes subversive. To call things by their right names—to say plainly that Trump is a fascist servant of capital, that Harris is a liberal servant of the same class, and that both represent the dictatorship of the bourgeoisie—is treated as heresy. And that, comrades, is how power reproduces itself in the mind before it enforces itself on the street.
Reclaiming Meaning, Reclaiming Struggle
If there is any antidote to the poison Harris and her peers pump into the veins of political life, it is to reclaim our words. Communism is not Trump golfing with oil barons—it is the collective ownership of production, the liberation of labor from exploitation, the end of imperialist plunder. Dictatorship is not simply one man barking orders—it is the organized domination of one class over another. Today, that dictatorship is capitalist: a ruling minority of bankers, tech moguls, landlords, and generals ruling over the vast majority who create the wealth but own nothing. Democracy is not a billionaire funding a campaign—it is the rule of the people, in their workplaces, their communities, and their daily lives, something this system has never delivered.
Trump is not a communist dictator, and Harris is not a defender of democracy. They are rival managers of the same empire, squabbling over who gets the keys to the plantation house. One dresses in red hats and bile, the other in progressive slogans and identity veneers. But both are loyal to capital, both are sworn enemies of true liberation, and both rely on a population kept confused, fearful, and divided. Our task is to cut through the noise, to restore clarity where they sow chaos, to remind people that the enemy is not socialism but the very system that demonizes it.
So let’s be clear. Trump is capitalism in its crisis form, a technofascist steward of monopoly power. Harris is capitalism in its liberal form, selling fairy tales about responsible billionaires and good capitalists. And the dictatorship we live under is not red—it is green, corporate green, the color of money and profit. If Harris insists on calling Trump a communist dictator, then we might as well call Wall Street the new Politburo and the Pentagon the Central Committee. The joke, of course, is on them. But the consequences of this joke are on us—unless we reclaim our language, reclaim our politics, and reclaim the struggle for a world beyond the dictatorship of capital.
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