Ah, the stench of late-stage capitalism wafting through the Oval Office. Trump’s grift metastasizes as LIV Golf’s blood-money merger gets turbocharged between putts and classified document shuffles. The Saudis aren’t just buying tournaments—they’re purchasing geopolitical impunity, freshening their image with every dissident bonesaw encore.
Democracy’s corpse twitches again as regulatory capture becomes sport. Crypto scams, Musk’s regulatory arson—all roads lead to Mar-a-Lago’s offshore accounts. The presidency isn’t a public trust anymore; it’s a branded merch table where constitutional norms get auctioned between hamberder crumbs.
Corporate oligarchy wears a red tie now, grinning through fourth indictments. Every “executive order” just another invoice stapled to the national debt. We’re not citizens—we’re marks in a decades-long con, and the House always wins.