Sportswriters like to make predictions. We like to prognosticate. I learned these were dangerous paths long ago โ it was the night in December 1997 when Peyton Manningโs Heisman Trophy was given to Charles Woodson โ and Iโve generally stuck to reporting and analysis ever since. But I like to consider what I (or you) might have predicted when Donald J. Trump took the oath of office for his second term as president on January 20, 2025.
Looking into our crystal ball on that seismic day: โOver the next 13 months, thousands of Americans will be deported without seeing a courtroom โฆ Canada will be offered statehood (a 51st star on the flag?) โฆ A Democrat will be assassinated in Minnesota โฆ A Republican will be assassinated in Utah โฆ The United States will bomb Iran โฆ The United States will invade Venezuela (and kidnap its president) โฆ The federal government will set a new record for longest shutdown โฆ Greenland will be targeted for U.S. expansion (Greenland) โฆ Two Americans will be shot and killed by immigration agents in Minnesota โฆ The Kennedy Center will be shut down โฆ and President Trumpโs name will appear in the Epstein Files somewhere between 4,000 and one million times.โ Had I offered this package of predictions to you, your response would reveal your position on the great American divide. On one side: But heโll end eight wars! On the other: Is that all??
I love presidential history, foremost because studying the lives of our past presidents โ be he a Lincoln or merely an Arthur โ is a great way to gain entry into the times of those presidents. And every term of every president has been distinctive, in part (large or small) because of the impact the leader himself made. Friends, the United States has never lived 13 months of โtimesโ like the most recent. This doesnโt make our place in history worse or more painful than those who were alive at the outbreak of the Civil War or the bombing of Pearl Harbor. But Iโm here to tell you: We are living the most confusing time (so far) in American history.
And if you think the last 13 months were a crazed whirlwind, it wasnโt even an election year. As November approaches and American voters have the chance โ we think, we hope โ to correct some errors in Congress, President Trump and his band of powerful sycophants will be hammering away at the final nail in democracyโs coffin. If they are successful in making the 2026 midterms a charade for the autocracy, the ongoing confusion will at least subside a bit, as weโll know King Trump is in place until mortality does its thing. โNationalizingโ elections? As recently as January 19, 2025, I would have shrugged and even chuckled at such a notion. Itโs now part of the conversation, and a consideration for 50 secretaries of state charged with overseeing Novemberโs election.
What the heck can we do? First of all, if youโre not registered to vote, register to vote. (Please, tell at least one person every week to register if they havenโt.) And do so now. The closer November gets, I predict, the more challenging the paperwork will become. Autocrats like fewer voters, not more. Secondly, become a name your congressman knows. Call or email with the same demand every time: โKeep President Trump away from my vote!โ Third, contact your local election commission and ask for information. Whatโs being done to protect my vote this fall? Whatโs changed since the last time I voted? Autocrats donโt like sharing information. So demand information.
Bless the thousands of Americans who have taken to the streets โ unpaid, to be clear โ to peacefully protest this regime in the dead of winter. Imagine what we might see when spring and summer arrive. But hereโs another thing about autocrats: They donโt care what the people prefer. Truly, the only power most of us will ever have in this democracy experiment is our vote. Protect yours. Keep Donald Trumpโs grabby hands away from it. If you donโt, hereโs a prediction: Youโll never vote again.
Frank Murtaugh is the managing editor of Memphis Magazine. He writes the columns โFrom My Seatโ and โTiger Blueโ for the Flyer.

