TACO Can’t Chicken Out After the Nukes Are Launched

Trump just posted a picture of himself with the words: “He’s on a mission from God. Nothing can stop what’s coming.” He’s not Moses. He’s not Churchill. He’s a mentally deteriorating narcissist with delusions of divine power—and access to the nuclear codes. And you’re sitting there like everything’s fine. This is a man who issues executive orders like prophecies, wages illegal campaigns like costume changes, and governs like a child mid-meltdown in a department store. He’s addicted to applause, allergic to accountability, and incapable of long-term thought. He posts threats like scripture. He bans books, then sells Bibles. He pardons donors and punishes dissent. And every time a billionaire scowls, he backpedals faster than his brain can process it. The world calls him TACO: Trump Always Chickens Out. Because that’s who you’ve crowned king: a man who rules by tantrum, craves vengeance, and folds the second a donor blinks. This isn’t politics. This is a psychological emergency with global consequences. You know he’s unwell. You know he’s dangerous. And still—you protect him. Why? Because you’re scared? Because you want to ride the wave of destruction a little longer? Because power matters more than people? Invoke the 25th Amendment. Strip the matches from the arsonist’s hand—before he sets the world on fire. Because history won’t remember your excuses. It will remember your cowardice.