The stench of betrayal hangs in the air like week-old garbage on a sweltering August afternoon. You can almost taste the metallic tang of fear on your tongue as you witness a nation held hostage by the whims of a man who promised us the world while plotting to burn it down. The scratchy fabric of American democracy is being torn apart at the seams, and the ripping sound echoes through every household in this divided land.
We were told that everything would be fixed immediately. That prices would plummet. That wars would end with a single phone call. That America would be "great" again. What a steaming pile of horseshit that turned out to be.
For those who fell for these hollow promises, I have only this to say: wake the fuck up and smell the fascism. The wool pulled over your eyes is soaked in the tears of those being crushed under the boot of this admβ¦
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