Author: Brutus X (Page 3 of 5)

Let us all take a moment—hats off, hand over heart—to thank President Donald J. Trump, our glorious deal-maker-in-chief, for once again saving us from the horrors of rational economic policy.

Today, in an act of pure genius that only a fourth-dimensional chessmaster like Trump could conjure, he heroically reversed course on all his disastrous tariffs… except for China, of course. Because we’ve gotta show China. That’s leadership, folks. That’s steel spine energy.

And don’t worry—it’s not a flip-flop. It’s a strategic 90-day ultra-patriotic freedom pause. You wouldn’t understand. You’re not a stable genius.

Tariffs Were Great, Until They Weren’t, But They Still Are

Let’s be honest: these tariffs were an unqualified success if your goal was to increase costs for Americans, strain supply chains, alienate allies, and make U.S. manufacturers cry into their shredded balance sheets. And now that they’ve done their job—namely, nothing—our president has wisely decided to roll them back.

Except for China. Because China.

We don’t negotiate with pandas.

And if you think this is some kind of admission that the tariffs were useless, self-defeating, and economically illiterate from the start, you clearly didn’t hear Press Secretary Tammy Twinkleblazer when she said Trump has “a spine of steel.” Steel, baby. Imported at a 25% markup thanks to—you guessed it—Trump’s own tariffs.

A Bold and Brave Retreat

This isn’t caving. This isn’t submission. This is tactical brilliance disguised as groveling failure.

When other leaders reverse policy, it’s called backpedaling. When Trump does it, it’s dominance.

You just don’t see the game he’s playing because you can’t think like our Genius in Chief. Your thoughts are all mucked up, like a red necktie clashing with an orange face.

He’s not abandoning tariffs. He’s domesticating them. He’s leading them into the sunset with a firm handshake and a non-disclosure agreement. He grabbed those tariffs by the…well, definitely by something.

And Don’t Forget the Penguins

But what truly sets this moment apart—what defines this administration’s profile in courage—is that never again will America be conned by those godless, scheming penguins. In an act of civil discretion, Trump didn’t name them directly, but we all know. We’ve seen March of the Penguins. We’ve seen Happy Feet. The signs were there all along.

No more cheap tuxedos, no more sliding around like they own the ice. America is done being manipulated by charismatic seabirds with foreign agendas. We’re putting America’s fish supply first.

Let this be a lesson to the puffins, too.

Hypocrisy is Heroism

So thank you, Mr. President. Thank you for rescuing American businesses by setting the economy on fire and then with sheer courage, stepping up and dousing the flames.

Thank you for teaching us that economic failure can be rebranded as “tough love.”

Many thanks for teaching all of those idiots who could not comprehend that negotiation is non-negotiation and consumer suffering is consumer relief.

Thank you for proving that you can be both shameless and celebrated, clueless and worshipped, utterly wrong and still somehow right—because nothing matters if you say it with enough volume and lapel flags.

You are our light in the darkness!

Our economic messiah!

Our very stable tariff genius!

And to those who think this all makes Trump look like a coward, a fraud, a conman, a flip-flopper, an empty suit stuffed with slogans, a walking contradiction in big boy pants, a grifter cosplaying as a patriot, a hollow demagogue in search of applause—well, they’re probably penguins.

History won’t be kind to the Biden administration—and not because of its policies or partisan squabbles, but because of the lie that sat grinning in the Oval Office while democracy staggered behind the curtain.

For years, we were told President Joe Biden was “fine.”

He was sharp. Functional. Engaged. “Better than the alternative.”

What we weren’t told—what we now know—was that he wasn’t running the country. He couldn’t.

And they knew.

They all knew.

The Silent Coup of Complacency

It’s now admitted. Whispered no longer. Joe Biden’s cognitive decline was not just present—it was active, visible, and dangerous. Not a slip. Not aging gracefully. A hollowing out of the most powerful office in the world while everyone in the room agreed to look the other way.

The question we should’ve been asking—“Who is actually running the government?”—was drowned out by think pieces, partisanship, and denial. Not because the answer was unclear, but because the answer was terrifying.

A democracy cannot function on a lie.

And yet, for how long did we live that way?

How long did Chief of Staff Ron Klain steer the ship? When Klain quietly stepped down in early 2023 many of us wondered if he had been running things for a long time.

How many decisions were signed by Biden’s name but not his hand?

How many national security briefings were watered down to flashcards and nods?

How many press conferences were canceled, scripts rewritten, optics managed, disasters deflected?

The Cost of the Cover-Up

This wasn’t mercy. It wasn’t compassion.

It was cowardice weaponized for political survival.

They robbed the American people of clarity. They fed us stability through silence. And in doing so, they gave us neither.

We didn’t elect a President. We inherited a Weekend at Bernie’s administration—with global consequences.

The Democrats told us not to ask questions.

The Republicans pretended to care while licking their chops for the chaos.

And the American people? They were given no transparency, no accountability, no damn truth.

No One Was Driving

This was not a glitch in democracy.

It was a controlled crash.

The White House became a shell. Power became a ghost..

And through it all, we watched the erosion of faith in the office, in the process, in the entire illusion of adult supervision.

Biden’s legacy will not be legislation. It will not be policy.

It will be the era of looking the other way while democracy sleepwalked toward the abyss.

It will be a presidential campaign led by a man who likely could not dress himself.

It will be the collapse of the Democrats and a loss of trust so severe an honest tyrant was able to win an election.

And what we’re left with now—post-presidency—is a bitter question echoing through history:

If no one was at the wheel…

why did we let the engine keep running?

And now, with power back in the hands of Trump, a man consumed by ego, grievance, and spectacle—what will we do if Donald Trump also begins, or continues, to mentally unravel?

Will we lie again? Look away again?

Will we once more let loyalty override truth—until the system breaks beneath another throne propped up by delusion?

Or will we finally admit:

The health of a democracy can’t survive the decay of its leaders—no matter what team they play for.

Reclaiming the Spirit of 1789 in our Modern American Struggle

There is a fire that once lit the hearts of men, a passion that shook the boulevards of 1789 France—not in the orgy of blood to come, but in the early cries for Liberty! Equality! Fraternity!

Before the guillotine blades fell on the innocent and the noble alike, before Jacobins trounced tyranny only to replace it with terror, there was a moment of honest and earnest defiance—a moment where an old world cracked, and the light of a new one shone through.

That moment matters.

That moment will always matter.

In that flicker of revolutionary dawn, we met men like the Marquis de Lafayette, who fought alongside George Washington and then tried to transplant the seeds of liberty in his own French soil.

We found Abbé Sieyès, who declared that the common people—le tiers état—were not only a part of the nation, but the very soul of it.

We heard the voices of the Parisian poor demanding bread, and the Enlightenment philosophers whispering through pamphlets quickly passed in the night, rebels shouting in debates in the hidden salons, and citizens displaying defiance through subversive theater and other arts.

It was not guillotines but ideas that first toppled the French monarchy.

The tragedy of the French Revolution is not that it was too radical—it’s that it lost the plot. Power, ever hungry, devoured the ideals many heroes once carried on their banners. But we must not throw the revolution out with the blood. We must not forget that before the Terror, there was a vision worth fighting for:

The end of absolute monarchy.

The dignity of every citizen.

A government bound to serve we the people—not an elite few.

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The United States, in 2025, stands before its own Versailles. We are a nation ruled by spectacle, swollen with inequality, governed by oligarchs who cosplay as populists while consolidating power behind smoke and mirrors.

Our public squares are derided as Fake News with a soundtrack of applause for the avoidance of knowledge, not the attainment of it.

Our elections are reduced to a handful of battlegrounds and the weaponry is made of pure gold.

Our citizens—overworked, underpaid, and gaslit daily—are told they are free, while every institution around them quietly reminds them they are not.

It is here, in this sanity-starved present, that the spirit of 1789 must rise again.

Not with vengeance. Not with blood. Not with violent revolution.

But with discipline, clarity, active participation, and a defiance of anything tyrannical.

We must vote—not once every four years, but every single day.

We must vote with our labor.

We must vote with our wallet.

We must vote with our voices and our bodies in the streets.

We must vote by boycotting corporations that bankroll these despotic overlords.

We must vote and speak the truth in the rooms full of polite and evil liars.

We must vote by resisting silence, reminding each other freedom is not an inheritance but must continually be seized—through unity, not division.

Let the modern Lafayette wear no uniform but the armor of principle.

Let our Estates-General be forums of the people—public, messy, but real.

Let our Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen be written daily—online, in classrooms, in blogs, on stages, in art, and around every dinner table where someone dares to ask:

What kind of world do we deserve?

What kind of people are we?

The system will not reform itself. The tyrant—now a familiar face in a red tie—sits comfortably atop his throne while centuries of Constitutional precedent rot away, shoved into the basement. He is not surrounded by powdered wigs and courtiers, but by mealy mouthed ass kissers, dollar signs, and a nation numbed by all their noise.

Trump is not Louis XVI, but if we fail to pursue a wiser course, we, like our French brethren of yesteryear, may once again mistake collapse for justice.

We must not make the same mistakes of 1789 and revolt simply to destroy or the ideals we claim to fight for will die in the wreckage.

If we don’t choose a smarter, more principled way to topple authoritarianism, we risk repeating the same pattern of destructive overreaction—where a corrupt system falls not because it’s replaced with something better, but because it is destroyed in rage and vengeance and ultimately ends in chaos.

Let us not become Robespierre, cannibalizing our cause—turning our revolution inward and devouring it in the name of purity

Let us be Danton in passion and ideals, but unlike him not lose our soul in the whirlwinds of radicalism.

Let us be Condorcet in intellect—defiant in reason, unwilling to trade blood for justice or ignorance for peace—but wiser in knowing that when emotion and ideology gather force, reason alone is not enough.

Let us not seek to destroy, but seek to rebuild.

Let us storm not palaces, but narratives.

Let us topple not only monarchy, but apathy.

Let us sharpen not blades, but minds.

And when they ask us:

“Who dares to defy the crown?”

Let us answer together:

We all do. We all will. Every fucking day.

Today, Donald Trump said he “loved the idea” of exiling American citizens to a foreign country—El Salvador, specifically. Let’s be brutally clear about what just happened:

The President of the United States casually suggested reviving one of history’s darkest, most repressive tools—banishment from one’s homeland.

This is not policy talk.

This is not rhetorical flair.

This is the sound of authoritarianism testing the water.

And if your first instinct is to say, “Don’t be a dumbass, he doesn’t mean it,” then congratulations—you’ve just helped him move the line.

The Constitution Says No—For Now

Let’s do what Trump won’t and look at the law:

• The 14th Amendment guarantees citizenship to all persons born or naturalized in the United States, and no state or federal government can “abridge the privileges or immunities” of that citizenship without due process of law.
• The 5th and 6th Amendments guarantee due process, legal representation, and trial by jury. Exile—without charge, without conviction, without recourse—is a clear violation of these rights.
• And the Expatriation Act of 1868, passed after the Civil War, affirms that “the right of expatriation is a natural and inherent right of all people.” In other words: no government can strip your citizenship and force you to leave unless you choose it.

Trump’s “idea” isn’t just un-American.

It’s blatantly unconstitutional.

And yet, somehow, that doesn’t seem to matter anymore.

This Isn’t a Joke—It’s a Warning

This isn’t the first time Trump has fantasized about silencing or ejecting dissenters. He’s suggested stripping citizenship from protestors. He’s mused about using military tribunals on civilians. He’s attacked the media as “enemies of the people.”

Now he’s floating deporting citizens—sending them to a country they may have no connection to, no family in, no means to survive in—because he and his sycophants decided some people deserve it.

That’s not tough talk.

That’s not swagger.

That’s tyranny.

And history has seen it before.

• In Stalin’s USSR, exile was the favored tool for erasing dissenters—if you were lucky enough not to be shot.
• In Pinochet’s Chile, critics were “disappeared” or expelled under the guise of national security.
• In Nazi Germany, early stages of repression included stripping people of citizenship and forcing them out of the country.

It always starts with the suggestion.

Then a test case.

Then silence.

Then the door slams shut.

First it will be the worst criminals who are citizens.

Then it will be the editor of whoever is the latest publication dubbed “Fake News.”

Then it will be the protester holding a sign making fun of Trump’s giant orange head.

The Silence Is Deafening in the GOP

Where are the constitutional conservatives the Republican Party is so proud of?

Where are the so-called patriots who always put personal freedom ahead of government control?

Where are the free speech warriors, the civil liberties defenders, the flag-wrapped defenders of liberty?

They’re silent. Or worse—they’re amused.

Because when it’s Trump, it’s not tyranny. It’s “just Trump being Trump.”

They won’t stop him.

They’ll explain it away.

They’ll laugh, and the line will move again.

And the next time he says it, it won’t sound so absurd.

It’ll sound… possible.

Who Will Stop Him?

This is not a game. It’s not satire. It’s not a meme.

This is a man who has already called for terminating the Constitution, already tried to stay in power illegally, already used state violence against protestors, already hoarded classified documents, already demanded loyalty oaths, already celebrated authoritarian regimes abroad.

And now, he’s saying out loud that he likes the idea of exiling his fellow citizens.

So ask yourself—if he does it,

if he signs the order,

if they load the plane,

if the courts hesitate,

if the system blinks—

who will stop him?

In any society that dares to call itself free, one principle must stand above all others: no person shall be punished, deprived, or condemned without fair process.

This is not a procedural technicality. It is not an inconvenience. It is the line between freedom and tyranny, between the rule of law and the rule of men.

Due process is what separates justice from vengeance, order from oppression, and democracy from dictatorship. The erosion of due process—whether through haste, fear, or populist rage—is not a sign of strength. It is the beginning of collapse.

A Foundation Built in Blood and Law

The importance of due process did not emerge by accident. It was forged in the fires of abuse.

In 1215, the barons of England forced King John to sign the Magna Carta, establishing for the first time that even a king could not imprison or punish someone arbitrarily. Clause 39 declared that “no free man shall be seized or imprisoned… except by the lawful judgment of his equals or by the law of the land.” It was a radical assertion for its time: that the state could not act as accuser, judge, and executioner all in one.

That legacy coursed directly into the U.S. Constitution. The Fifth Amendment enshrines it with absolute clarity: “No person shall be… deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law.”
The Fourteenth Amendment later extended this protection against state governments, recognizing that liberty without due process is merely license for the powerful to act with impunity.

The Founders understood what we seem to be forgetting: a government that can punish without process can do anything.

The Temptation to Bypass the Law

Across history, authoritarian regimes have begun with one justification: “We need action now! We can’t afford to wait.”

The French Revolution began with cries for liberty, equality, and fraternity—but devolved into the Reign of Terror, where due process was discarded in favor of revolutionary speed. The guillotine didn’t discriminate between tyrants and critics once the machinery of fear took over.

In Nazi Germany, the Reichstag Fire Decree and Enabling Act stripped citizens of legal protections. The judiciary became a weapon, and due process was reduced to a formality before execution. Dissent died, and with it, freedom.

Even in the United States, fear has repeatedly eroded this bedrock principle. Japanese Americans were interned during World War II without hearings, without charges, without cause. The McCarthy era saw lives destroyed by accusation alone. And in the post-9/11 era, we authorized detention without trial, extrajudicial killings, and secret surveillance—all in the name of security.

History shows that once you make exceptions to due process, it ceases to be a principle and becomes a privilege—reserved for the favored, denied to the feared.

The Present Danger: Expediency Over Principle

Today, we hear renewed calls to sidestep due process. Immigrants are too numerous, they say. The system is too slow. Why bother with hearings, with courts, with lawyers? Just deport. Just detain. Just act.

But if we accept that due process is optional for some, we accept that it is optional for all.

And what begins at the border rarely stays there.

The same logic can be—and has been—used to detain protestors, surveil journalists, and strip voting rights. It is only a matter of time before it is turned inward, against whoever the state deems inconvenient.

Due Process Is Not a Barrier—It Is the Bedrock

To some, due process seems like a roadblock—too slow, too complicated, too easy for the guilty to exploit. But this is a shallow view. Due process is not an obstacle to justice; it is the only path to justice that does not end in abuse.

It demands evidence, accountability, transparency. It forces the state to prove its case, not just assert it. And it protects not just the accused, but all of us—from the moment the accusation is made until the final judgment is rendered.

As Supreme Court Justice Felix Frankfurter once wrote:

“The history of liberty has largely been the history of the observance of procedural safeguards.”

Liberty Demands Discipline

A free society is not sustained by emotion, by slogans, or by raw force.w

It is sustained by discipline—the discipline to do things right, even when it’s hard.

Even when we hate the accused. Even when the public demands speed.

Even when it would be easier to just make someone disappear.

Because if we abandon due process for convenience, we will eventually abandon freedom itself.

We cannot afford that. Not now. Not ever.

“You can’t fix stupid.”

It’s a phrase tossed around like it’s wisdom. A verbal shrug. A lazy little eulogy for critical thinking, muttered every time someone does something reckless, ignorant, or proudly misinformed.

And it’s one of the most dangerous ideas in circulation today.

Because here’s the truth:

Yes. You can fix stupid.

That’s what education is for.

That’s what reading is for.

That’s what science, logic, debate, and actual effort are for.

Stupid isn’t a terminal condition. It’s not a genetic curse. It’s not some unchangeable affliction sent from above.

It’s a failure of exposure, discipline, curiosity, and accountability. It’s a failure of not wanting to know anything beyond what you already think you know.

And giving up on it—writing it off like some immutable law of nature—is just cowardice in a snarky disguise.

Stupid Isn’t Fixed by Mockery—It’s Fixed by Work

What’s truly broken isn’t intelligence—it’s willful ignorance, coddled by a culture that tells people it’s okay to confuse confidence for competence. We live in an age where people wear their ignorance like armor, where “doing your own research” means watching a TikTok video, and where the loudest voices are often the least informed.

But that doesn’t mean it’s hopeless.

We have tools.

Education. Real education. Not job training, but learning how to think, how to question, how to filter signal from noise.

Libraries, filled with every idea humanity has recorded.

Peer-reviewed journals, where the best minds test each other until truth emerges, bloody but intact.

Conversations that challenge assumptions instead of coddling them.

Teachers who haven’t given up yet, despite being underpaid, politicized, and drowned in bureaucracy.

If we really believed stupidity was unfixable, we’d shut it all down tomorrow.

The Real Problem Is Convenience

Saying “you can’t fix stupid” is appealing because it lets us feel superior without being responsible. It turns the other person into a lost cause and ourselves into the enlightened elite. It flatters our frustration. But it doesn’t help.

It doesn’t raise the standard.

It doesn’t uplift anyone.

It doesn’t even aim at change.

It’s a surrender. Dressed in sarcasm.

It’s apathy with a punchline.

And while we laugh, the people who profit off ignorance keep winning.

They love when we give up on each other.

They love when we decide it’s easier to mock than to teach, easier to walk away than to engage.

Because every brain we abandon becomes another vote for their empire of distraction and control.

Fight for Every Mind

You can fix stupid. But it takes time. It takes resources. It takes the courage to care, even when it’s easier to scroll past.

You fight it with facts.

You fight it with empathy.

You fight it by refusing to treat education like a luxury and critical thinking like a partisan issue.

No, you won’t win them all.

But you’ll win some. And those minds, once lit, will light others.

That’s how this works.

That’s how change spreads.

So stop saying “you can’t fix stupid.”

It’s not clever.

It’s not helpful.

And it’s not true.

You can fix it—if you have the spine to try.

THE WHITE HOUSE

OFFICIAL PRESIDENTIAL PROCLAMATION

Liberation Day

Issued this day by the Supreme Negotiator, First of His Name, Donald J. Trump

WHEREAS, the American people have long enjoyed the luxuries of affordable goods, functioning trade relationships, and basic economic literacy;

WHEREAS, such conveniences have been deemed un-American, weak, and entirely too globalist for our current national aesthetic;

WHEREAS, under the bold leadership of Myself, Donald J. Trump—billionaire, tariff wizard, and occasional steak salesman—we have taken decisive action to impose tariffs on foreign goods, thus heroically raising prices on everything from microwaves to mayonnaise;

WHEREAS, these tariffs have successfully liberated billions of dollars from hardworking Americans, transferring those funds to corporate subsidies, offshore accounts, and decorative gold-plated golf carts;

WHEREAS, the American people, though confused, continue to salute and cheer as their wages stagnate and grocery bills balloon, a clear sign that our messaging strategy is still effective;

NOW, THEREFORE, I, DONALD J. TRUMP, 47th President of the United States (and rightful winner of all previous elections), do hereby proclaim this day:

LIBERATION DAY

A celebration of economic hardship in the name of nationalist cosplay,

A tribute to paying more and getting less,

A solemn reminder that in America, the confidence game is now draped in a flag.

Let the people rejoice! Let the markets tremble!

And let the history books—or what’s left of them—remember this as the day America stood tall, opened its wallet, and shouted:

“Thank you, sir. May I pay another?”

Signed with the Sharpie of Liberty,

Donald J. Trump

Self-Certified Genius, Commander-in-Chief of Economic Illiteracy, First Emperor of the Tariff Kingdom, Winner of All Elections (Even the Fake Ones), Patriot-in-Chief of the Grifting States of America

Today, Elon Musk announced he’s stepping down from his role at the so-called Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE)—a vanity project Trump cooked up to give his favorite billionaire something to do besides tank Twitter in real time. Musk strutted out of the post with his usual smugness, claiming he’s “cut a trillion dollars in waste.” Of course, like every inflated Musk promise, he’s only shown $130 billion in supposed savings, and there’s been zero independent auditing. Zero accountability. Zero reality.

And yet, he calls it a win. He’s “declaring victory.”

Because that’s what conmen do when they run out of time or relevance—they pretend they’ve already won.

Anyone who thinks Elon Musk is stepping down because his job is finished is either in on the grift or too lost in hero-worship to see the obvious. This isn’t about government savings. This isn’t about efficiency. This is about ego, image, and control.

And let’s be real: Trump didn’t like sharing the spotlight with a man who actually believes his own hype. That footage of Musk walking onto Air Force One like he belonged there? Like he was co-president? That was the last straw.

Trump doesn’t share oxygen, let alone credit.

A Charlatan in Tech-God Clothing

Let’s be clear about who Elon Musk is:

A charlatan, dressed in a zip-up fleece of pseudo-intellect and self-promotion, whose “brilliance” has been manufactured by marketing departments and meme accounts.

His far-right flirtations are no accident. His obsession with “free speech” begins and ends with protecting people who already have platforms and power. His authoritarian leanings aren’t a glitch in the code—they’re the feature.

He’s not cutting waste.

He’s cutting oversight.

He’s not reforming government.

He’s testing how much power a billionaire can wield with a meme and a handshake.

And worst of all, he believes that democracy is something you can manipulate with a sweepstakes entry and a smile. His idea of civic engagement looks like a promotional giveaway—Win a Free Cybertruck and a Tax Cut! All razzle-dazzle. No substance. Just the illusion of progress delivered like a Tesla pre-order: overhyped, delayed, and missing the promised features.

The Cult of Victory Without Proof

Elon Musk declares victory in the same way Trump does: loudly, prematurely, and without a shred of verification.

And why not? The people who follow them don’t demand receipts—they demand performance. They want to feel like they’re winning, even if the scoreboard is completely imaginary.

What’s terrifying isn’t that Musk is leaving DOGE—what’s terrifying is that he was ever put in charge of anything involving public money or democratic systems to begin with.

This wasn’t governance: It was a beta test for oligarchy.

And now that the test is done, Musk gets to walk away unscathed, uncensored, and unaccountable.

Just like every other tech messiah before him.

Don’t Call It a Win—Call It What It Is

This isn’t a victory lap.

It’s an exit strategy.

It’s a magician walking off stage before someone notices the wires.

Musk is stepping down, not because the job is done, but because the grift has peaked.

The money’s been moved. The headlines have been written. The public has been distracted.

And Trump—being Trump—was never going to let another conman stand on his stage and soak up the applause.

Elon Musk didn’t fix anything. He didn’t save a trillion dollars.

He just made it easier to believe that saving democracy is a job for billionaires instead of citizens.

And if we let that myth keep growing, we deserve every fraud and flameout that follows.

Once upon a time, a fact was a fact. A lie was a lie. And calling someone out for corruption, fraud, or authoritarian lunacy was at least the beginning of a conversation.

But now? Now we live in the age of the magic incantation—a spell cast with two words that instantly erase accountability, deflect truth, and keep the flock hypnotized while their shepherd walks them straight into the fire:

“Fake news.”

That’s it. That’s the spell. No need to explain. No need to refute. No need to engage. Just say “fake news,” and presto—the truth disappears, reality is suspended, and the naked emperor gets to parade through the streets while his followers ooh and ahh at the jiggle of his power.

This is not just delusion. It’s not just ignorance. It’s a willful, weaponized rejection of reality—and it’s working.

The Death of Truth by Catchphrase

“Fake news” used to mean something. It referred to actual disinformation, the kind crafted in troll farms and designed to manipulate. But Trump—like any good snake oil peddler—took the phrase, slapped it on anything he didn’t like, and handed it to his followers like a get-out-of-thinking-free card.

Caught lying?

Fake news.

Caught abusing power?

Fake news.

Caught inciting violence, cheating taxes, hoarding classified documents, or trying to overturn an election?

You already know the answer.

He doesn’t have to disprove anything. He just has to say it’s false.

And his supporters—bless their Kool-Aid-soaked hearts—nod along, as if that two-word chant has divine authority. As if it’s not the most transparent cop-out in modern political history.

This is what happens when we treat facts and opinions as interchangeable.

When reality becomes a buffet and everyone gets to choose their own version.

And when someone comes along who understands how to exploit that weakness with confidence, volume, and repetition—you get Trump. And worse, you get what follows him.

The Emperor Has No Fucking Clothes—And They’re Applauding His Fat Ass

Let’s be perfectly clear: Donald Trump is naked.

Not just morally. Not just legally.

Philosophically. Ethically. Intellectually. Spiritually. Naked.

Every time he opens his mouth, he strips away more integrity from the office he once held. Every lie, every tantrum, every grotesque lie-soaked rally is another glimpse of a man so devoid of shame that he might as well be mooning democracy itself.

And his followers?

They love it.

They don’t care that he’s bare-assed and bloated with ego.

They don’t care that he’s spitting on the Constitution while wrapping himself in a flag.

They don’t care that every accusation is a confession, and every defense is a dodge.

Because he gives them the only thing they really want: permission to be just like him.

Loud. Entitled. Wrong—and proud of it.

And when confronted, when asked to explain, when forced to look at the wreckage left in their wake, they simply sneer:

“Fake news.”

The Real Danger: It’s Not Just Trump—It’s the Spell

Trump is a symptom. The disease is epistemic rot—the collapse of a shared reality. And “fake news” is the virus’s most elegant delivery mechanism.

We now live in a country where:

• Objective truth is up for negotiation.

• Experts are dismissed as elitist.

• Journalism is treated as propaganda, and propaganda as truth.

• And the loudest voice in the room gets to rewrite reality, as long as it ends with the phrase “fake news.”

It’s not just Trump’s followers who are caught in this spell—it’s the nation.

Break the Spell or Be Ruled by Delusion

There is no reasoning with someone who treats facts like feelings and truth like an inconvenience. There is no debate when one side believes they can shout “fake news” and reality folds to their will. That’s not democracy. That’s not discourse.

That’s a cult.

And unless we drag this country back to a place where words mean something, where facts matter, and where a naked emperor is called what he is—a delusional fraud with a bloated ego and an adoring, brainwashed mob—then we will lose not just the truth, but the ability to ever find it again.

The next time someone waves off corruption, crime, or cruelty with “fake news,” remember:

It’s not a rebuttal. It’s a confession.

And Trump’s flock of sycophants stare at the lies, eyes wide and vacant, cooing like cultists as he waddles through the wreckage, their applause echoing off the emperor’s fat, sagging ass like a jackboot cadence call for the brainwashed.