But I am sure they are going to keep the exhibit showing the wax figure of Betsy Trump in the replica of her room sewing the first American Flag!!! How boring 😞
But I am sure they are going to keep the exhibit showing the wax figure of Betsy Trump in the replica of her room sewing the first American Flag!!! How boring 😞
This is what happens when power becomes more important than principle.
You weren’t just complicit.
You were eager.
And now the darkness you embraced is yours to carry. Forever
This is what happens when power becomes more important than principle.
You weren’t just complicit.
You were eager.
And now the darkness you embraced is yours to carry. Forever
Now, you call it loyalty. But deep down, you know: it’s fear. Fear of the base you helped radicalize. Fear of the man who owns your spine. Fear of being cast out of a movement you no longer control.
Now, you call it loyalty. But deep down, you know: it’s fear. Fear of the base you helped radicalize. Fear of the man who owns your spine. Fear of being cast out of a movement you no longer control.
You let a draft-dodging coward smear war heroes. You watched him call for political violence. You stood silent as he turned Americans against each other and fed them poison dressed as patriotism.
You didn’t lose your soul—you handed it over, smiling, while he burned
You let a draft-dodging coward smear war heroes. You watched him call for political violence. You stood silent as he turned Americans against each other and fed them poison dressed as patriotism.
You didn’t lose your soul—you handed it over, smiling, while he burned
You knew what he was. You knew it when he mocked the disabled, when he praised dictators, when he called neo-Nazis “very fine people.” You watched him lie, cheat, and tear at the seams of the Constitution—and you clapped.
You weren’t duped.
You knew what he was. You knew it when he mocked the disabled, when he praised dictators, when he called neo-Nazis “very fine people.” You watched him lie, cheat, and tear at the seams of the Constitution—and you clapped.
You weren’t duped.