Millions Are in the Streets. Are You Still Going to Pretend Everything’s Fine?

74 days. That’s all it took for people from every walk of life and every political belief to rise up and protest one man—the same man you are blindly following. It seems your oath wasn’t to the Constitution, not to the country, not to a conscience—but to him. And in doing so, you’ve helped drag this republic to the edge of the abyss. You didn’t merely stand by—you affixed your signature alongside his. You endorsed the cruelty, the chaos, the blatant disdain for truth. You celebrated the dismantling of the very institutions you swore to protect. You didn’t just abandon your oath—you incinerated it. Like Judas for silver, you sold out our nation. While he golfed, grinning at the devastation, we were left to watch our savings, our schools, our jobs, our histories and our futures go up in flames. Now the streets are filled. Not with mobs, but with Americans: quiet, peaceful, resolute. They see what you’ve done. They see what you’ve permitted. And they will not forget. Should elections proceed unimpeded—should they not be discarded like so many of our rights under the guise of some fabricated emergency—your reckoning is imminent and the nation is wide awake. No donor, no gerrymandered district, no partisan media will shield you from the judgment that’s coming if you continue to acquiesce. We will vote you out. You’ve made your choices. Now the country will make theirs. And when the dust settles, your name will either be on the side of the Constitution—or on the long list of those who betrayed it. The time to act is now. Before one man’s madness becomes a nation’s collapse. Before the damage is permanent. Before democracy is something our children only read about in history books.