Rent just went up

Welcome to the Dictatorship. Please Mind the Rug.

We now live in a full-blown dictatorship.
And the most disturbing part isn’t the dictator—it’s the shrug.

Who cares?
Kadizzle has a new pair of shoes. There’s food in the fridge. A warm place to sit and scroll. So let Trump have a ballroom. If he wants Greenland, hell, throw that in too. Democracy is toast, but the Wi-Fi still works, and that seems to be the line most people refuse to cross.

This is how democracies actually die—not with tanks in the streets, but with indifference wrapped in comfort. People don’t wake up one morning and choose authoritarianism. They simply decide that resistance is inconvenient. That outrage is exhausting. That as long as their personal bubble remains intact, the larger collapse can be outsourced to someone else.

We were told—over and over—that the rich would take care of us. That wealth would trickle down. That markets would self-correct. That billionaires were job creators, not hoarders. Now the illusion is complete: the rich don’t just run the economy, they own the country. And the rest of us? We pay rent to exist in it.

Higher rents. Higher healthcare costs. Higher tuition. Higher debt.
Lower wages. Lower expectations. Lower standards for truth, law, and accountability.

What we are watching is not governance—it’s asset stripping. The country is being managed like a leveraged buyout: loot what you can, discard what doesn’t produce profit, and silence anyone who points out the theft. Courts become tools. Laws become suggestions. Loyalty replaces competence. And elections become theater.

Still, many people say, “I’m doing okay.”
That’s the anesthetic. Comfort dulls moral urgency. As long as the suffering happens somewhere else—to migrants, to protesters, to journalists, to the poor—it’s easy to look away. Until, of course, it isn’t.

History is very clear on this point: authoritarianism does not stop once it secures power. It expands. It consumes. It eventually knocks on doors that once felt safely removed from the chaos. By then, outrage is labeled extremism, and dissent is treated as betrayal.

Democracy didn’t fail because people hated it.
It failed because too many people decided it wasn’t worth the trouble.

So enjoy the new shoes. Enjoy the warmth. Enjoy the distractions.
Just understand the trade you’re making.

You’re not a citizen anymore—you’re a tenant.
And the rent is rising.