Yeah definitely. And also running the CIA or the Fed or something.do you guys think the tate brothers will soon also be jumping around on one of those marvel captain american looking stages doing hitler salutes along with "dark maga" musk?
WTF! You’re telling me that the Trump DOJ has selectively released binders of Epstein-related documents exclusively to right-wing social media influencers, while completely bypassing the American public? No press release, no public disclosure, just hand-delivered to the very people most invested in controlling the narrative? Are we seriously turning a case involving child sex trafficking and real victims into some grotesque partisan reality show? These weren’t characters in a political drama, they were actual human beings who suffered at the hands of one of the most notorious predators in modern history. And now, instead of transparency and justice, we’re getting a carefully curated information drip designed for maximum political spin? It’s disgusting. It’s cynical. And it’s exactly what you’d expect from an administration that treats justice like a tool for propaganda rather than the pursuit of truth.
Trump, that most singular of statesmen, has—by means known only to himself and the celestial forces that guide his whims—undertaken the halting of not one, but two great conflicts, a task that had, until his arrival, been deemed beyond mortal capacity. With all the deftness of a Renaissance potentate dictating terms from a banquet table, he has, through mechanisms mysterious and profound (or perhaps merely accidental), accomplished what the entire political establishment, in its infinite wisdom, could not.
And lo, as if this were not miracle enough, this masterstroke of diplomacy—executed, no doubt, between rounds of golf and pronouncements of his own unparalleled genius—has, we are told, forestalled nothing less than the advent of the Third Great War itself. A triumph for the ages, a salvation of civilization by the most unexpected of messiahs! That such world-altering feats should spring forth from a man once best known for bellowing “You’re fired!” on a gaudy television programme is, of course, a testament not merely to his skill but to the utter fecklessness of those who preceded him. Or so, at least, we are most earnestly assured.
Verily, the divine order has been revealed: it is working better this way than the other way, though one mustn’t linger too long on what "the other way" might have entailed, lest the illusion begin to tremble.
But come now, you wished to know the great man’s ideology? Let it be declared from the rooftops: it is no ideology at all but something far nobler—business, that most sacred of pursuits! A creed untainted by the burden of philosophy, unencumbered by the weight of principle, devoted only to the pure and holy art of the deal. And lo, the reason for his persecution becomes clear! The "intellectuals," those pale, book-clutching wretches, seethe with envy, for they despise the corporate world and gnash their teeth at the thought of mere commoners daring to amass wealth outside the ordained pathways of tenure and think-tank stipends.
Yes, dear reader, pay no heed to the tedious complaints of fraud, bankruptcy, and ruin left in his wake—these are but the jealous shrieks of the learned class, those cloistered monks of the failing academy, whose greatest horror is the sight of a man who has ascended to riches without first genuflecting before their hallowed texts. Let the universities crumble, let the libraries burn—what use are they when one might simply grasp fortune with both hands, untroubled by the dreary constraints of thought?
Ah yes, the Democrats, those tireless champions of getting absolutely nothing done, were handed four years to build the mighty edifice of national security and instead spent the time bickering, fundraising, and solemnly assuring their voters that they totally would have finished the job if only things had been just a little bit easier. But lo, in a stroke of poetic irony, the task has now been miraculously accomplished—not through bricks and mortar, but through something far more elegant: the quiet, grinding terror of consequence.
See, no need for a wall when desperation has been neatly alchemized into resignation! Mexico, once scorned as the lawless gateway to the north, has been conscripted into service, its soldiers now standing dutiful guard against those who might dare to dream of a better life. And as for the would-be migrants? Well, the message has been received, loud and clear: turn back, stay put, or face the delightful array of consequences now generously provided. The incentives have become disincentives, and just like that, the problem is solved! Not with steel, not with concrete, but with the crushing weight of deterrence, ensuring that those foolish enough to hope simply learn not to.
I can tell you weren't a literature student.No he said he could do it and he promised he would. The lie was obviously when he pretended he could do it but it was still an outright lie
He and his envoy secured the Israel deal. No-one else.He had fuck all to do with Israel and Ukraine is still happening so forgive me if I don't celebrate yet. Especially cos if he does try and shift Palestinians out of Gazs then all hell will break lose.
Does he seem like someone who accepts second best? There is no realistic alternative solution, but maybe you fancy being conscripted and trying what the UK was limbering up to do.solving it by doing ethnic cleansing/letting russia win and stealing all the ukraine minerals maybe not the biggest win it has to be said. fine details
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The Many Things That Are Wrong With That Trump-Gaza AI Video
In a strange AI-generated video posted on Trump's social media accounts, the Gaza Strip is turned into a Dubai-like luxury riviera. While the video is said tovigilantcitizen.com
the 'facism' thing is misleading i think. it's something else that's emerging. a new thing that we don't have a name for yet.The US has conditions that make fascism very unlikely there, especially that its people do not consider themselves to be special in any way and also don't feel ethnically American.
He is the Great Peacemaker, striding forth where all others have failed, a lone colossus securing the Israel deal single-handedly, as though the decades of diplomacy, the labyrinthine negotiations, and the deeply entrenched geopolitical realities were all but trifling details, mere background noise to his singular brilliance. No committees, no advisors, no external forces at play—just him, his envoy, and a contract signed in the golden ink of his unparalleled genius.
And now, in his boundless magnanimity, he shall rebuild Gaza, brick by blessed brick, like some benevolent emperor bestowing civilization upon the ungrateful masses. But of course, order must be maintained—there shall be no idiot Hamas scurrying about, disrupting his grand designs with their inconvenient existence. No, they shall simply step aside, vanish into the ether, and return only when the masterpiece is complete, as though geopolitics were a mere game of musical chairs. How fortunate the world is to bear witness to such elegant simplicity! If only those foolish, dithering diplomats had realized that peace was merely a matter of declaring victory and expecting reality to comply.