Last night’s shooting inside the Washington Hilton was unequivocally an assassination attempt against President Donald Trump. Today, one of my neighbors casually brushed off the incident as being nothing really. I disagree.
Anyone who follows me should know that I used to live in the District of Columbia and suburban Maryland. As a quasi-retired journalist (covering the high-tech industry). I can assert with certainty that for many reasons, including exclusivity of attendees, the White House Correspondents’ Dinner is one of the most secure events–or should have been. That the assassin ran across the hotel lobby, firing weapon(s), is an unprecedented breach that reminds of Ronald Reagan, when he was nearly murdered outside the establishment in March 1981.
Donald Trump may not be your choice for President, but the office demands respect regardless of who is in charge. I have to laugh at the people posting “Love is Love” banners and the like in their yards then running off their mouths about Adolph Trump. “He’s worse than Hitler…Wouldn’t you kill baby Hitler? To save millions of lives?”
That’s why I detest the “No Kings” rallies. All they do is churn up distrust and division—although someone could reasonably argue that they foster community and unity. Yeah, they unite around distrust and division slabbered in hatred. That’s not how you rebuild a nation, and the United States could use some constructive renovation going into its 250th birthday on July 4, 2026.
As hate rhetoric escalates, so does the risk to Team Trump. If you think taking out the President is a good idea, then you are too much the imbecile not to see the chaos that would follow—by many different measures that matter. Donald Trump is a lot of things. King isn’t one of them, nor is he trying to be one. Regardless, many of his detractors profess “love is love”, while encouraging hate and murder. You don’t see the contradiction in that? “No Kings” is hate speech.
I used Nikon Zf and attached NIKKOR Z 28-400mm f/4-8 VR lens to shoot the Featured Image. Vitals: f/7.1, ISO 900, 1/120 sec, 130mm; 1:53 p.m. PDT, April 4, 2026. Someone placed the sign along Madison somewhere between Alabama and Louisiana in my San Diego neighborhood of University Heights. Somebody else, or the same person, removed it.