Welcoming the Wehrmacht to America
Well, folks the madman has another four years — against all reason, against all common sense, and against the very fabric of the American idea. Donald Trump, the Cheeto-Colored, Ferret-Wearing, Shit Gibbon, has clawed his way back to the Oval Office. And now, as the inevitable circus rolls into town once more, we are forced to swallow a bitter pill that has been marinated in years of false promises, hate, and an unfathomable level of self-interest.
The lessons of Trump’s re-election are clear. First, never underestimate the power of the American id – the savage hunger for spectacle, for chaos, for something — anything — that breaks the monotony of the modern world, is insatiable. The man is a living, breathing embodiment of that craving. His campaign was a sideshow of outrageous claims, all the while feeding the masses a cocktail of fear and tribalism that has slowly poisoned the nation’s soul.
And here we are again. Today’s inauguration, a grotesque ceremony, reminds us that we are no longer a country of ideals, but one of brand loyalty and allegiance to the loudest voice in the room. Trump’s return is not just a political failure of the Left or the Right — it’s a failure of the American spirit itself. We have somehow come to adore the vulgar, the crude, and the shallow, all while abandoning the virtues that once made this nation great, or at least, aspirational.
So, what do we learn? Maybe that the American experiment was always just a gamble. That no matter how much you try to believe in democracy, the final verdict often comes down to which demagogue can whip up the biggest crowd. This isn’t the America we were promised. And as the crowd cheers and the flags wave, we all march on, deeper into the darkness of our own creation.