Trump's Unhinged Election Day Rants

And Leavitt holds another propaganda spectacle

Donald Trump’s election day Truth Social torrent reads like a political fever dream typed out between executive orders. His crusade to “terminate the filibuster”—which he now calls “The Nuclear Option!” with his trademark exclamation overload—amounts to a sitting president demanding the Senate dismantle one of the last remaining checks on his own power. It’s billed as “common sense,” of course, because in Trump’s Washington, common sense means rewriting the rules until no one else can say no. He promises that without the filibuster, Republicans will “get EVERYTHING approved,” from his wish list of culture-war trophies (“No Men in Women’s Sports!”) to his fantasy of a Congress that rubber-stamps every whim. The irony of a president railing against a “ridiculous shutdown” that exists under his own administration seems to escape him entirely—though self-awareness has never been part of the Trump brand.

Then comes the presidential insult of the day: “Any Jewish person that votes for Zohran Mamdani… is a stupid person!!!” It’s a jarring moment in modern politics when the sitting president of the United States uses official communication channels to hurl slurs at American voters. Yet to Trump, this is just another Tuesday on the internet. He follows it up with his usual entertainment critique—mocking Joe Scarborough’s ratings as if MSNBC’s viewership were a matter of national security—and a bizarre boast about $2 gas prices, as though his “economic miracle” could be measured at the nearest Chevron pump. “When energy goes down, everything else follows,” he crows, apparently unaware that his administration’s tariffs, supply constraints, and labor policies have done the opposite.

By the time Trump gets to SNAP benefits and California’s “rigged” redistricting, the posts read like hostage notes to the American electorate: government aid won’t flow, he warns, until “Radical Left Democrats open up government.” That’s not negotiation—it’s extortion in tweet form. And then, as always, the crescendo: tomorrow’s Supreme Court case (Learning Resources Inc v Trump) is “LIFE OR DEATH for our Country,” followed by another ode to his beloved tariffs and “record-high” stock market. The sitting president of the United States, in short, is governing by social media rant—a one-man echo chamber where caps lock doubles as constitutional interpretation.

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Propaganda Minister Karoline Leavitt held a press briefing today that could double as a performance review for a one-party state’s ministry of propaganda—complete with the self-congratulatory applause track missing only in audio. With a straight face, she announced that the “Democrat government shutdown” has lasted thirty-five days, as though the president who literally shut the doors and threw away the key is an innocent hostage tied up in the Oval Office. In her world, airports are collapsing not because federal workers are unpaid but because Chuck Schumer personally manned the TSA checkpoints. The rhetorical gymnastics on display would impress Simone Biles: Leavitt somehow turns a self-inflicted budget standoff into a populist hostage note, pleading for air-traffic controllers to “call their Democrat senators.” Because nothing says fiscal responsibility like shaking down unpaid workers for political favors.

Then comes the economic victory lap, the sort of alternate-universe monologue where facts go to die. Inflation “averaging just 2.5%”? Gas at “its lowest level in four years”? Wages magically rising while trillion-dollar deficits vanish beneath the glow of tariffs? It’s a sermon to the cult of economic fiction—one where exploding national debt, food insecurity, and grounded flights are all proof of “prosperity.” She beams about “trillions and trillions” of investments, as though counting Monopoly money at a child’s game night. Her proudest boast: Trump’s tariffs have somehow ended wars, balanced the budget, and rescued humanity from fentanyl—all before dessert. It’s not a press briefing; it’s the Book of Revelation for MAGA accountants.

Leavitt’s worldbuilding continues with a breathtaking re-write of democracy itself. She celebrates the “historic election victory” where Trump “won nearly 80 million votes,” an achievement so mathematically supernatural that it should come with its own numerology cult. She smears Democrats as the cause of hunger, unemployment, and flight delays while claiming the administration is “complying with the court order” on SNAP benefits—translation: grudgingly following the law while blaming the opposition for obeying arithmetic. Her defense of Trump’s call to abolish the filibuster is pure projection: an autocrat’s open wish to eliminate all institutional brakes, rebranded as “playing tough and smart.” Apparently, constitutional guardrails are just “Democrat obstructionism” until they’re needed to stop Democrats later.

By the time she reaches the international portion—justifying threats to invade Nigeria “guns-a-blazing,” praising the “peace” with Syria, and promising new diplomatic friendships with the cartel-ridden Mexican government—the spectacle becomes outright farce. Each topic is treated like a campaign rally highlight reel: every question an excuse to claim victory, every crisis a photo-op for “peace through strength.” Even the death of Dick Cheney earns less gravity than the reopening of the White House tour schedule, which she treats as breaking news fit for ticker tape. The whole performance ends with the tone of a kindergarten teacher announcing snack time: “Public tours resume December 2nd!”—as though Americans stuck in airport lines and unpaid controllers will mark it on their calendars.

This propaganda “briefing” was merely another Trump administration cosplay session where facts are optional, self-praise is mandatory, and sarcasm writes itself. Leavitt’s script reads less like government communication and more like a campaign infomercial for an alternate America, one where deficits shrink by divine tariff magic, hunger is a Democratic plot, and “historic peace” arrives at gunpoint. The only truth she delivered with conviction was her closing line: “We’ll see you tomorrow.” Because sadly, we probably will—and she’ll be just as certain that up is down, lies are truth, and Trump’s MRI was merely another test of “optimal health.”