What matters — what will define America — is not Trump’s tantrums or televised vengeance. It is whether we still have the institutional muscle and moral will to rebuild after him.

When we strip language of its weight, when “metrics” matter more than lives, when “policy” becomes a euphemism for cruelty, we become accomplices.

This isn’t about parties anymore. This is about the architecture of American power cracking down the middle of a rotten dome.

The real threat isn’t hiding. It’s on Discourse, Telegram, Truth Social – lone wolves steeped in rage, doom scrolling – gulping MAGA banter for unquenchable thirsts.

A burning country doesn’t change horses, after all. Especially when the Constitution’s been gutted.