Against the system that once dared to hold him accountable. Against the citizens who still protest his rise. Against the very idea of restraint.
He is now suing the U.S. government ….demanding $230 million from his own Department of Justice. Not for wrongful conviction. Not for proven harm. But for investigating him. For doing its job.
“We’re sort of suing ourselves,” he admitted.
No correction. No crisis. No constitutional guardrail.
Meanwhile, the White House East Wing …. home to national security operations and the First Lady’s office ….. is being demolished to make way for a 90,000-square-foot luxury ballroom.
In a time of economic fragility, climate whiplash, and institutional decay, the priority is crystal chandeliers. Not hospitals. Not housing. Not healing. But mirrors, columns, and a space to host elite gatherings in the ruins of governance.
And still, somehow, it gets worse.
As tens of thousands took to the streets in the NO KINGS protest movement, Trump posted a deepfake video of himself flying a jet labeled KING TRUMP, dropping feces on demonstrators. The clip was set to Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins … used without permission. A presidential meme ….. designed to degrade dissenters, to mock resistance, to turn protest into punchline.
This wasn’t satire. This was message warfare.
The deepfake wasn’t real. But the intention was. Mock the masses. Flood the discourse with sludge. Make the obscene feel absurd. Make the absurd feel normal.
That is the playbook.
Confuse. Distract. Shock. Then profit from the silence that follows.
This is not new for Trump. But the scale has mutated. He no longer breaks norms. He bulldozes them. Then he builds monuments on top of the rubble. He defunds trust, bankrupts memory, and sells the void back to us as content.
The lawsuits are not legal strategy. They are dominance rituals. Declarations of untouchability. Signals that power now operates beyond consequence.
The ballroom is not architecture. It’s mythology. A shrine to self-interest. A symbol of what happens when spectacle eats the state.
The meme is not a joke. It’s a test. A signal to followers, a humiliation for protestors, a reminder that he can fly above the law …. and drop what he wants.
Because this is not democracy anymore. This is governance by grudge. Leadership by mockery. A republic held hostage by a man who turns every institution into either a weapon or a stage.
And if we don’t call it what it is … a shock strategy fueled by spectacle and vengeance … then we become part of the silence that lets it spread.
Trump isn’t making policy. He’s making content. And in a distracted empire, content always wins.
He didn’t need a coup. He didn’t need a war. He needed a meme. And a ballroom to dance in while the republic burns.
The year is 2025. AI can write symphonies, flirt better than poets, and generate fake people with better skin than me. And yet… my “AI-powered browser” can’t block an ad for toenail fungus cream.
ChatGPT Atlas promised to redefine browsing. Turns out, it just redefined how many ads I can accidentally click before enlightenment.
You’d think a browser made by the same entity that writes entire novels in one breath could, at the very least, install a VPN or an adblocker. But no. Atlas is like that friend who swears they’re “super into privacy” … while loudly asking Siri where to buy condoms.
Meanwhile, Brave sits in the corner like a smug monk — whispering, “no trackers, no ads, no nonsense.” Atlas, on the other hand, feels like a beautiful glass house… built on a billboard.
I tried asking it to “block ads.” It politely replied, “I can’t do that yet.” Which is wild, because it can explain Gödel’s Incompleteness Theorem, simulate Nietzsche, and write erotic haikus about capitalism. But sure …. blocking popups? Too advanced.
At this point, I half expect the next update to feature a “Buy Now” button on every moral decision I make.
Maybe they’ll call it AdSense of Self™.
Don’t get me wrong … I love Atlas. It’s sleek, intelligent, and occasionally existential. But when the smartest browser in the world lets me get ambushed by “You won’t believe what she looks like now” banners, I start to wonder who’s learning from who.
Maybe next update they’ll add a soul. Or, you know … an adblocker.
