1. United States
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Trump’s “Great Gatsby” party wasn’t a celebration. It was a middle finger to every American scraping to survive. He turned a story about greed, moral decay, and empty wealth into a costume theme because that’s who he is. The walking, talking warning Fitzgerald tried to give us. He worships gold while the country starves. He throws champagne parties on our tax dollars and laughs as you all clap along like paid extras in his cheap movie. You call it greatness; the Bible calls it sin. “For the love of money is the root of all evil.” “Woe to those who make unjust laws.” “You cannot serve both God and money.” And yet here you are, polishing his golden throne while families choose between food and medicine. You stripped women of rights, priced families out of healthcare, and handed billionaires a feast while calling it freedom. This isn’t politics anymore—it’s idolatry. Trump’s your false god, and the GOP has become his choir. You don’t lead America. You loot it.