Donald Trump is not a leader—he is a master carnie barker, a hollow puppet on the imperial stage, an effigy, a figurehead polished to perfection for his role, running a weaponized 3-ring circus. His talent? Distraction. Bombast. Theater. Chaos. And while he clowns and roars, the U.S. empire’s true agenda grinds forward: the relentless, tripled-down pursuit of global hegemony, draped in arrogance and delusions of dominance. Some administrations cloak this project in diplomacy; Trump’s amplifies it as spectacle. Do not mistake the stagecraft for substance.
The breathless headlines marveling at his “accomplishments”—the flurry of executive orders, the circus of photo-ops—are scripted illusions. Those executive orders? Pre-written, focus-grouped, bankrolled by dark corners of power. His omnipresence? A meticulously curated media barrage, every smirk and scowl photographed and video, weaponized. What we witness is not resurgence but desperation: a dying empire pantomiming strength, waving outdated scripts (“Relocate Palestinians? Seize the beaches!”) to a bloodthirsty crowd.
But here is the truth: The resistance is rising. From Colombia’s Gustavo Petro, who defies imperial threats with the thunder of “Overthrow me, and the Americas will answer,” to the global chorus rejecting this farce, solidarity is our weapon. No dictator, no puppet, no empire can extinguish this fire.
The tide is turning. The world is wrenching the hegemon into its grave—a bloated beast thrashing in its death throes, Trump its garish mascot. We are the counterforce. We are the ones who hold hands across borders, who become Sinwar’s Stick—unyielding, rooted, unbroken.
This is not a moment for despair. This is a reckoning. Breathe deep. Stand taller. The circus will collapse. The puppeteers will falter. And when the curtain falls, we will be there.
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Beautiful words from Global South
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