The Lawn Signs Are Gone

I’m deep behind enemy lines, in the heart of the eagle’s nest. This time last year, I passed through here and saw pro-TRUMP signs everywhere. And I get it—political representation is disappointing. In fact, when he first came to power eight years ago, I felt a pang of excitement.

This should shake things up a bit.

That feeling didn’t last long. The years that followed made it clear: he’s a full-blown narcissist. And now? He’s teamed up with (at least) a full-blown sociopath. Maybe even a psychopath.

But the lawn signs are gone.

The Rise of the Oligarchs

The oligarch system wasn’t born in America—it was designed by American investors and tested in Russia. Now, the oligarch coup d’état is in full swing. They hijacked the Christian nationalist movement and stole the election out from under them. Project 25 became the rise of the Broligarchs—a term that almost makes it sound like a joke. But this is no joke. The workers, the voters, the people—tricked, once again, into thinking this was about left vs. right.

But on a global scale, it has backfired.

Europe is uniting. So is Canada. For too long, we relied on the U.S. to buy our goods, to keep us safe—all while we turned a blind eye to wars of destabilization. But now, the balance is shifting.

The Illusion of Protection

We were told we needed the U.S. for security.

Security from what? China? They have no interest in imperialism. Russia? They couldn’t even take a broke Eastern Bloc country that wasn’t strong enough to qualify for the EU.

The real threat? The U.S. itself.

Like any narcissist, their power only holds as long as we stay engaged. The moment we walk away, they’re left with nothing but their trade wars and culture wars. Words will never hurt me—but there’s a whole lot of worry about the sticks and stones.

A Shift in Identity

The flags are disappearing, too. Fewer stars and stripes. More maple leaves.

And yet—I love Americans. I do. They’re fucking crazy, but they’re amazing people. I love this country. I love exploring its beautiful landscapes, its complicated history. Even its wacky politics.

But the king is dead.

Vive l’Amérique.