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MoosesMom's avatar

"“William Henry Harrison had a better first 100 days, and he spent 70 of them dead.” — Somebody on social media."

I know you're not in this to make my day, Charlie, but you did! And I'm still going to read the rest! Thank you!

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You said it: the last hundred days weren’t just chaos—they were a controlled demolition, cheered on by the very people and institutions that once swore they’d stand guard.

Trump didn’t hide who he was. MAGA didn’t scribble its intentions in invisible ink. This wasn’t a con job. It was a declaration. And too many of the so-called gatekeepers responded the way a rabbit does to an oncoming lawnmower: they froze, they flattered, and they hoped someone else would take the hit first.

We watched it happen: corporations selling their brand of freedom for a tax break; universities mumbling their objections like hostages reading a script; media outlets playing stenographer to strongmen. I lost count of how many times I heard some pundit gasp, “This is not normal!” as if wringing hands counted as resistance.

And maybe the saddest joke of all? The “guardrails” we loved to talk about—the courts, the Constitution, the norms—turned out to be nothing but paper walls soaked in kerosene, waiting for someone reckless enough to light the match.

Trump didn’t break America. He revealed how easily it could be broken by a man with no shame, a party with no soul, and a society too comfortable to imagine it could ever happen here.

I agree: resistance is stirring. It always does, late and bloody and breathing through broken ribs. But if we’re honest, we’re past the point where protest signs and viral outrage are enough. What’s needed now isn’t just resistance—it’s reconstruction, brick by brick, in defiance of a system that preferred complicity over courage.

Because after these hundred days, the real question isn’t whether Trump can be stopped. It’s whether we are willing to stop being the polite audience to our own dismantling.

Did we bend? Or did we break?

The answer, if we’re brave enough to face it, probably begins with admitting that paper walls don’t rebuild themselves—and neither does a republic.

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