The inconvenient truth

The unpopular truth. What most people miss in their sanitized postmortems is the grotesque reality that slithers beneath it all—the intellectual rot that has seeped into the marrow of American governance. While legions of the disillusioned gnash their teeth and hurl blame at the Democrats, the true horror remains unspoken: the nation’s levers are now yanked by the least qualified, the most obtuse, the terminally clueless. It’s an inconvenient truth, the kind that makes polite society squirm, but it’s reality carved in stone.

Anyone who’s ever had the misfortune of working for a moron knows the dread—the gnawing sense of doom when incompetence holds the reins. This isn’t some dark anomaly in an office corner. No, it’s become a national contagion, a gleeful celebration of ignorance that now dictates policy, warps justice, and laughs in the face of reason. The American experiment, once a bold gamble on intellect and informed debate, has been hijacked by the least among us. The Experiment Is Over

The Final bet on the latent decency and rationality of the American public—an inspiring, noble gamble, but as futile as betting your last dollar on a dead horse. The idea that democracy would somehow rise, phoenix-like, from the ashes of its own indifference? A fantasy. The reality? The ship’s gone down, and the lifeboats are captained by fools with megaphones. The experiment in collective intelligence and resilience is over, the curtain closed. The nature of leadership, of decision-making, has morphed into a grotesque parody.

It’s time to face it: America won’t be saved. We elected a man who, in a saner world, would be contemplating his crimes from a cell, not gilding himself in immunity. He’s untouchable now, a king in all but crown. The fight’s no longer against the inevitable—it’s against denial. For those who see the writing on the wall, the path forward isn’t resistance; it’s escape.

The American dream, as it was once envisioned, has taken its final bow.