Donald Trump, an idiot who plays at being powerful

Donald Trump is the living portrait of an empire in decline that still insists on seeing itself as Rome; except Rome has already fallen, and there he’s, sitting among the ruins, selling red caps as if they were indulgences. Back in the White House for his second term, Trump governs as if filming the second season of a show no one asked for, yet everyone watches in horror.

The billionaire fade, professional egomaniac, and reality show star remains unchanged: made of tanning spray, patriotic slogans, and an ego as flammable as his rhetoric. The man who turned American politics into a circus of self-worship returns more tanned, more vengeful, and even less presidential, a sort of digital Nero, blowing his trumpet on Truth Social while the empire burns in real time.

Now, with a divided Congress and half the country swearing that God speaks to him through podcasts, Trump rules by insults, grudges, and recycled conspiracy theories. His speeches are a mix of teleprompter and psychodrama: he talks about saving America but seems more interested in saving his own biography.

At every press conference, he repeats the same refrain: “there’s never been anything like it”. Ironically, he’s right. There has never been a president who treated democracy as a personal franchise, nor a nation so eager to buy a ticket to watch.

The poet of social media has returned with his alphabet of rage. He still writes in all caps, now aided by algorithms that treat him as a prophet. His foreign policy boils down to selfies, his economy to campaign slogans. He has turned the United States into a kind of theocratic Las Vegas: lights, noise, promises, and a casino where the roulette spins on fake news.

They say he’ll be remembered as a symbol of an era. I disagree. Symbols are quiet and elegant. Trump is a fire alarm no one can turn off  and worse, he’s now the one holding the match.

Sometimes I think the entire world has become a political casino, where each people bets against its own future. Trump’s return is no surprise, he’s merely the grotesque reflection of an age where fury counts more than reason, and ignorance has a verified account. Perhaps the twenty-first century has given up on being new and decided to repeat the past, only this time with Wi-Fi.

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