THE DICTATORSHIP RUMBLES ON
The slow-rolling dictatorship rumbles on, grinding through what’s left of our democratic nerves. Tonight, Donald Trump will lumber up to a podium somewhere and deliver another rambling, self-congratulatory sermon to the nation—assuring us, as always, that we have the best of everything. Best economy. Best freedom. Best leader. Best golf score, too, if we’re taking his word for anything.
Trump will lie, as he always does. He will pout, preen, and stomp like a spoiled child denied a second dessert. And his MAGA children—those red-hatted disciples of delusion—will applaud wildly, because truth no longer matters. Truth has become an antique in Trump’s America, something to put in a display case and dust off for special occasions.
But here’s the thing: even the most poorly educated MAGA dolt, deep in the quiet corners of their mind, knows the truth. They know America is not great again. They know the country is fractured, angry, exhausted, and wobbling under the weight of its own absurdity. They shout “MAGA!” louder and louder to drown out the voice inside whispering the obvious: this is not greatness; this is a disaster.
A nation cannot thrive on delusion. A democracy cannot survive on the worship of a single man. And a people cannot remain free when lies replace facts and rage replaces reason. Yet here we are—watching a country that once led the world now stumble behind the strongmen it used to oppose.
Tonight Trump will speak. He will promise salvation. He will promise victory. He will promise prosperity.
But promises are not plans.
Rants are not leadership.
And a cult is not a country.
The dictatorship doesn’t arrive all at once—it creeps. It normalizes itself. It becomes familiar. It becomes routine. It rumbles on… until one day we wake up and realize the rumble has become a roar.
The question is simple:
Are we listening?

