Even O. Keel
Active Member
We thought the circus was bad when Trump first stomped into the Oval Office in 2016, but don’t kid yourself—this time, he’s not just playing president. He’s gearing up to crown himself king. The GOP clawed their way to 218 House seats, locking down Congress and handing Trump and his MAGA cronies the keys to the entire, twisted kingdom. With a Republican Senate firmly in their pocket, what’s left? Oh, that’s right—the Supreme Court, already transformed into a fortress of MAGA dogma. Come January, it’s checkmate. American democracy is on its knees.
You thought he was bluffing? Making himself untouchable, hanging on for life? He laid out his plans clear as day, but you laughed. Smirked. Assumed he was just blowing smoke. Newsflash: he wasn’t. He’ll sit that gilded throne until his last breath, and when it comes time to pass the scepter, he’ll slide it right into Junior’s hands or some other such nefarious being. We’re not dealing with a presidency anymore—it’s a full-fledged regime. Welcome to the dynasty.
Trump’s latest victory lap is a macabre parade, and it starts with the GOP’s wafer-thin House majority—barely enough to rubber-stamp every grotesque policy in his “America First” arsenal. Mass deportations? Check. Loyalty purges? Absolutely. A tailor-made economy to fatten the pockets of his inner circle while punishing dissenters? Oh, you bet. Congress? Marching in lockstep. The Democrats? Powerless, gasping for air like an afterthought as MAGA’s wave crashes over Capitol Hill.
Then there’s Speaker Mike Johnson, Trump’s lapdog with a burning conservative agenda. He’s vowed to take a “blowtorch” to the government—gut it, torch it, leave ashes behind. The House will dance to Trump’s dirge, with Johnson as the conductor of a scorched-earth symphony. Retribution is served à la carte. Matt Gaetz, scandal magnet and loyal foot soldier, is set to be attorney general because apparently, a rap sheet peppered with FBI investigations is now a job qualification.
The Senate? Freshly adorned in GOP victories and ready to rubber-stamp every Cabinet post and bench warmer Trump throws their way. Even those who once whispered discontent have fallen to their knees. Mitch McConnell’s replacement, John Thune, crooned praises to Trump from the Senate floor, as if their past grudges never existed. The era of Republican resistance is over. Six feet under.
Don’t call this just another administration—it’s a hostile takeover. Trump’s plans include purging “woke” generals, reshaping the military to fit his grotesque vision, and ruling by fiat. His Cabinet? A collection of sycophants, zealots, and extremists eager to shatter every last check and balance standing in his way. The final act of a slow-motion coup playing out before our eyes.
And here we are, stuck watching this grim descent like helpless spectators. The media covers it, but it’s all too clear: this isn’t politics anymore. Trump’s cards are on the table, and America’s future is dangling by a frayed thread. The leaders have become interchangeable, the evils lesser and lesser until only the darkest one remains. But let’s be clear—this regime doesn’t end unless we rip it apart ourselves.
The game is over. Trump won’t leave office; he’ll carve a dynasty in his image. And don’t think for a second that this happened in a vacuum. No, this is on the heads of America’s own citizenry, the voters who thought flirting with authoritarianism was some daring, edgy thrill. This isn’t a game anymore. The curtain rises on a brutal reality, and there’s no applause when democracy takes its last gasp. Every vote cast for tyranny, every turned blind eye—this is on you. Welcome to the new order, your new, grim reality.
I usually don't like doing this but I thought this deserved a special epilogue just for you 70 million poor ignorant shits that voted for Trump who thought this was a rebels innocent play, a game. Well, wake up call...
...here’s a bitter glimpse at your future. Spoiler alert: it’s a feast of your own making, but you’re not invited to sit at the table. Expect the gilded promises of greatness to trickle down in the form of tax breaks for the ultra-rich, a shredded safety net, and public services gutted so thoroughly you’d think it was a bonfire party. Health care? It’s a luxury now, so best start rationing those pills. Jobs? Sure, there’ll be some—if you like working harder for less in a crumbling economy rigged for corporate kings.
Your communities will bear the brunt of the “great reshaping.” Infrastructure projects halted, education reduced to a playground for private interests, and “law and order” on full display in the form of militarized force bearing down on dissenters. Meanwhile, Trump’s cronies will be feasting, their bellies fat with the spoils you handed them on a platter of ignorance and fear.
Let’s not kid ourselves—the regime will need scapegoats. Immigrants, the “disloyal,” the poor themselves—prepare to see the blame hurled down from gilded towers as they hold court over your destitution. Every lie sold to you is a chain tightening around your neck. Every time you cheered as he dismantled protections for the vulnerable, you applauded your own demise.
And while you’re gasping for air under the weight of your new reality, remember this: it’ll be the ones who didn’t bow to your king who’ll be fighting to drag this country back from the brink. If there’s any salvation to be found, any last shred of freedom to clutch, it won’t be by your hand—it’ll be theirs. If they can now that your vote has thoroughly fucking wrecked it. Bottom line this may very well take a Declaration of Independence.
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