The pained howls echo across rally fields, dripping with rage and desperation—a cacophony that feels less like political discourse and more like primal therapy. Red hats bob like buoys on a turbulent sea of collective grievance, their wearers' faces contorted in expressions cycling rapidly between ecstasy and fury. It's a goddamn religious revival without the promise of salvation—just the heady drug of righteous anger and belonging.
What in the actual fuck is happening to these people?
That's not merely a rhetorical question. It's a pressing psychological inquiry that may determine the future of American democracy. The MAGA phenomenon, with its cult-like devotion to a single messianic figure, its rejection of observable reality, and its increasing tolerance for violence, presents itself as less a political movement and more a psychological disorder man…
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