The Second Term of Donald J. Trump as President of the United States of America

Good morning! Donald Trump spent the weekend exactly as you’d expect from a fading strongman: hobbling around his golf course on the taxpayer dime, dragging his right leg like a marionette with a snapped string, and rage-posting on Truth Social about his “record approval ratings” in the 70s. His hands are mottled with fresh bruises, his ankles ballooned, his gait reduced to a zig-zag shuffle that makes sobriety tests look like endurance sports. If this were Joe Biden, CNN would have a Chyron counting down the seconds until the 25th Amendment. Instead, the mainstream politely looks away while the man with the nuclear codes visibly decomposes.

Heather Cox Richardson put it plainly: the collapse isn’t just physical, it’s cognitive. The man who once bullied his way through interviews with brute-force bluster now drifts off mid-sentence, slurring fragments of half-remembered grievances as if volume alone can stand in for coherence. Weakness masquerading as strength is still weakness, but Trump’s weakness is now paired with the unchecked machinery of state power. That’s what makes it dangerous. The more his body betrays him, the harder he clings to spectacle, gilding his palace with a 90,000-square-foot State Ballroom expansion and enough gold trim to make Versailles blush. The Oval Office, once iconic in its restraint, is now smothered in gilded molding and theatrical flourishes that make it look less like the seat of a republic and more like a casino lobby in Macau. The American Institute of Architects has already weighed in with horror, warning that the changes erase historic continuity and turn the People’s House into a stage set for one man’s ego. The Oval Office has become a prop, a set piece for a despot who can’t stand upright, a mirror of the man himself, gaudy, unstable, and rotting from within.

While Trump’s body crumbles, his vice president doubles down on smarm. JD “Just Dance” Vance spent Sunday beclowning himself on NBC, lecturing the country that wars “always end with negotiation,” even World War II, apparently forgetting the part where Hitler shot himself in a bunker rather than sit down for cocktails with FDR. When pressed about Russia bombing an American-owned factory in Ukraine, Vance mustered all the outrage of a man finding the wrong milk in his latte: “I don’t like it.” That was it. He saves his real fury for Zelensky not saying “thank you” enough. Then came the Freudian slip: “We are in the early stages of an investigation into John Bolton.” We. Not DOJ, not FBI, we. In case it wasn’t obvious, investigations now run directly out of the Trump White House, where ....

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