Ah, Trump Derangement Syndrome—TDS for short. It's the most contagious condition since whatever mysterious COVID variant crawled out of D.C. in the last decade. Some folks seem to have come down with such a severe case of it, they’d rather torch the whole country than let peace and prosperity take root under Donald Trump. You know, because that sounds totally sane.
We’ve all heard that bitterness is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die, but Trump haters seem to have rewritten the script. Now, they’re guzzling down gallons of the stuff, looking around expectantly, and when no one keels over, they start shouting, “Why didn't the economy crumble? Why did gas prices drop? Why did I pay less in taxes?”
Folks, it’s a strange time in America. So strange, in fact, that a tax cut or a record-low unemployment rate can send certain people spiraling into an existential crisis. It’s almost as if… wait for it… they’d rather have their lives worse if it means Trump gets the blame. Forget the roaring economy; they'd rather see jobless lines wrapping around the block like it’s a Black Friday sale at Target. (If, of course, those poor people still have stores to shop at after smashing windows in the name of "peaceful protest.")
“If We Can’t Be Miserable, What’s the Point?”
This anti-Trump crowd has turned "resistance" into an art form—if that art is abstract, incoherent, and involves shrieking at the sky. Take a look at what’s been happening. For years, they claimed Trump would single-handedly destroy the economy, melt the polar ice caps, and turn the Constitution into a cocktail napkin. Yet just the opposite happened, and Trump did not get America into a needless military confrontation like the presidents before him and after.
But instead of celebrating, they’re seething! It’s as though the success of America is an insult, a personal betrayal. “How dare jobs come back to the rust belt!” they shriek. “Who allowed peace deals to happen in the Middle East? Doesn’t anyone care about my Twitter outrage?!”
Dismantling the Country: Now in Season 4 of ‘The Resistance’
If you’re still scratching your head, trying to figure out why someone would prefer chaos over comfort, let me spell it out for you: Trump will destroy America - that’s it. Just you wait and see. The media is pushing this collective hysteria. Trump could’ve cured cancer, balanced the budget, and brought the Founding Fathers back from the dead to personally approve of his policies, and the response would still be, “Well, Jefferson was a slaveholder, and Trump is a racist.”
Meanwhile, the media is in full force, fanning the flames of mass hysteria. Night after night, they push their propaganda, convincing viewers that Trump isn’t just wrong—he’s evil incarnate. The goal? To make sure no good deed, no policy win, no economic success ever shines through the fog of fear and loathing.
The hatred is so intense, they’ve stopped caring about results. Trump’s policies brought businesses back, gave folks a little extra jingle in their pockets, and even ushered in some international wins—but none of that matters. The media kept rolling out doomsday predictions and somehow, the most enraged among us started rooting for those forecasts to come true! The worse things get, the more they can shake their fists in righteous indignation.
The Bitterness Olympics: No Medals, Just Misery
They say hate corrodes the vessel it’s stored in, and let me tell you, the anti-Trump crowd is about to rust straight through. They’d rather tank the economy, shut down the country, and burn through taxpayers' money faster than Nancy Pelosi’s Botox budget just to spite one man. It’s the equivalent of setting your house on fire because you don’t like the paint color.
These folks are locked in a bitterness battle, fists clenched and teeth grinding, waiting—hoping—that somehow, someway, Trump’s success will spontaneously combust. And while they wait for the sky to fall, you and I get to sit back and enjoy the show. Prosperity? Peace? Who needs those when you can have outrage and moral superiority on social media?
Conclusion: Laughing All the Way to the Bank (Or to Freedom)
In the end, what we’ve got is a crowd of folks so deep in their anti-Trump bunker, they can’t even peek out long enough to realize the world isn’t crumbling around them. They want to fill the country with chaos, division, and destruction just so they can say, “See? We told you he was bad!” It’s not about policy; it’s about pettiness.
In fact, the hatred runs so deep, they’re even willing to push forward the one candidate they never actually voted for: Kamala Harris. You know, the one so unlikable she didn’t even make it past Iowa in her own party’s primaries. Yet here they are, willing to roll the dice on her presidency, not because she’s earned it, but because—wait for it—she’s not Trump. That’s the grand plan: ‘Let’s elect someone we didn’t even want because we hate Trump that much!’ Genius, right?
So let’s raise a glass—non-poisonous, of course—to the TDS brigade. May they find peace one day… or at least a hobby other than scrolling Twitter. Because while they stew in their bitterness, the rest of us will be out here, keeping faith in common sense, ready to rebuild and thrive—no matter what comes next. Cheers!
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