The real issue is the slow, deliberate calcification of a party that once championed transparency, accountability, and truth. And the Democrats are asking for it without earning it.

Here’s the truth no one wants to admit: Presidential pardons aren’t about justice anymore. They’re about branding. And in America, brand is thicker than blood. And far more valuable.

One moment he’s a populist hero, the next a martyr, a king, a victim, a phoenix, a prizefighter hadowboxing CNN. His base sees all these Trumps and chooses the one that flatters their fear.

“Ignore that flicker of cognitive decline,” they said, “It’s just a deepfake cooked up in a MAGA meth lab.” But it wasn’t deepfake – it was deep truth.

“Politics is the art of controlling your environment.” The Democrats, it seems, have lost their grip.

The heartbreak of watching a democracy crumble isn’t just about the man in the gold-plated penthouse. It’s about the party that kept bringing a handshake to a knife fight.