1. United States
2. Texas
3. Letter

President Donald J. Trump—yes, Drain the Swamp Donnie, has accepted what he’s calling a “gift to America”: a 13-year-old, gold-trimmed jumbo jet from the Qatari royal family, exclusively for his use. It sat on the market for years like a cursed lamp in a pawn shop window. No one touched it. But Trump? He saw velvet seats and gold fixtures and thought it was destiny. Now, his supporters are scrambling to defend the decision by comparing it to… wait for it… the Resolute Desk and the Statue of Liberty. Let’s be serious. The Resolute Desk, gifted in 1880 by Queen Victoria, is a piece of handcrafted diplomacy—installed in the Oval Office and used by many presidents since then. The Statue of Liberty—a literal beacon of freedom—was gifted by France and now welcomes about 4 million visitors a year. Trump’s plane? It’s sealed off, foreign-owned, loaded with unknown tech, and about as accessible to the American public as his tax returns. Unless Lady Liberty suddenly needs encrypted military upgrades and midair missile defense, this comparison is as ridiculous as the man reposting it. This “gift” is no act of generosity—it’s a geopolitical booby trap. Retrofitting the aircraft to meet Air Force One-level security will cost millions in taxpayer dollars, possibly over a billion. All so Trump can parade around in a foreign dictator’s castoff while cutting food assistance and healthcare for American kids. He calls it a gift to the people, but let’s be honest: which people? Because this is the same president deporting brown refugees in need, while rolling out the red carpet for white Afrikaners from South Africa who cry “land seizure” and flash cash. One group gets shackles. The other gets champagne. Let’s not forget: Trump falls asleep in meetings, “rests his eyes” during executive signings, and lashes out at anyone who doesn’t kneel at the altar of his ego. And now he wants to coast around in a Qatar-issued sky palace that might double as a flying spy hub. And here’s the real question: Who’s signing up to fly on Autocrat Airways—where the gold gleams, the walls might be bugged, and one wrong word could turn the cabin crew into a hostage negotiation team? And the Republicans? They’re already floating down the river to constitutional collapse. What’s one more seatbelt click on Trump’s One-Way Flight to Delusional Dictatorville? Maybe they’ll get peanuts. Maybe they’ll get blackmailed. Maybe they’ll get a parachute. Maybe they’ll even get home. This isn’t diplomacy. It’s delusion in drag. And Trump didn’t just fall for it—he reposted it, celebrated it, and billed it to the rest of us. The only thing more dangerous than this jet is the man who thinks it’s patriotic. And the only thing more pathetic than this stunt? Watching the Republican Party pretend it’s normal.