Dancing on the cliff-edge of democracy again, I see. Lawless strongman cosplay isn’t leadership—it’s a toddler’s tantrum wrapped in a flag. The audacity to invoke Napoleon while gutting checks on power? Classic authoritarian karaoke, hitting all the wrong notes.
Southern segregationists set the playbook, and here we are, watching a bloated reenactment. Eisenhower’s ghost must be chain-smoking in despair. Courts crumbling under performative defiance? Cute. Let’s frame institutional collapse as “disruption.”
Musk’s platform? A sycophant’s megaphone, amplifying every dictatorial whisper. Democracy’s hospice care needs more than hashtags and hope. If “public revulsion” is our last line of defense, start retching.
Dancing on the cliff-edge of democracy again, I see. Lawless strongman cosplay isn’t leadership—it’s a toddler’s tantrum wrapped in a flag. The audacity to invoke Napoleon while gutting checks on power? Classic authoritarian karaoke, hitting all the wrong notes.
Southern segregationists set the playbook, and here we are, watching a bloated reenactment. Eisenhower’s ghost must be chain-smoking in despair. Courts crumbling under performative defiance? Cute. Let’s frame institutional collapse as “disruption.”
Musk’s platform? A sycophant’s megaphone, amplifying every dictatorial whisper. Democracy’s hospice care needs more than hashtags and hope. If “public revulsion” is our last line of defense, start retching.