Trump has reportedly told Attorney General Pam Bondi to go after anyone who dares speak ill of him. Like a loyal lickspittle, she probably will. Meanwhile, Americans sit warm, well-fed, and glued to their TVs—so who cares?
Yesterday, along Highway 87, Democrats held their signs and raised their voices in protest. In return, Trump’s disciples offered the sacred MAGA salute: the middle finger. His Majesty, Lord Trump—perhaps more fittingly, His MAGAsty—rules over a kingdom of grievance. His followers crave revenge, not reason. They don’t see how they were gutted by the very system he embodies. Instead, they revel in flipping off anyone they blame for their misery.
Trump himself has become the ultimate middle finger—a living, orange-hued insult to decency and democracy. His MAGA army, lost in the wilderness of the internet, are spoon-fed stupidity by right-wing dolts and call it truth. They cheer as he burns down the house, never realizing they’re inside it.
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