The following article, Trump Forces Leftists to Cry Wolf, was first published on The Black Sphere.
It starts, as it often does, with a whisper in the digital ether. A rumor, a hope, a prayer muttered into a latte. He’s been quiet. A day passes. Maybe two. The former President, a man who once used social media with the relentless frequency of a teenage girl who just got her first smartphone, hasn’t posted a Truth Social missive in 48 hours. The silence is not golden; for half the country, it is deafeningly suspicious.
And so, the machinery of Leftist anxiety whirs to life. The same pundits who spent four years diagnosing him with every psychiatric disorder in the DSM-5 now turn their expertise to proctology, speculating on his colonoscopy results. Has the Big Mac diet finally claimed its prize? Did he finally rage-tweet himself into an aneurysm? Is he, at long last, and please-oh-please let it be so… dead?
This isn’t political opposition. This is a collective nervous breakdown masquerading as a strategy. It’s the political equivalent of checking your ex’s Instagram story at 2 a.m., hoping for a sign of misery. But secretly terrified they look happy and well-adjusted without you. The Democratic Party’s relationship with Donald Trump has become a pathological folie à millions, and the diagnosis is as clear as it is ironic: they are terrified of a man they claim is a dying, bumbling fool.
Let’s dissect the carcass of this absurdity, shall we?
The core of the issue, the rich, creamy center of this nutty hypocrisy, is projection on a scale so immense it could be seen from space. For years, the legitimate concerns about President Biden’s cognitive acuity—the gaffes that transcend folksy charm and veer into concerning disorientation, the reduced work schedule, the infrequent, heavily controlled public appearances—have been dismissed as “cheap fakes” and right-wing conspiracy theories.
Yet, when Trump, who is, by any objective measure, a whirlwind of frenetic energy, dares to spend a day off-camera, the conspiracy theories explode from the left like confetti from a cannon loaded by the deeply unwell. The man could be getting a root canal or, God forbid, enjoying a private moment with his family, and the default assumption on MSNBC isn’t “personal time,” it’s “palliative care.”
The historical precedent for this is non-existent. Did conservatives eagerly await news of FDR’s death? Of JFK’s? This morbid fascination is a uniquely modern psychosis, born from a potent cocktail of political hatred and a deep, unacknowledged insecurity.
Which brings us to your opening musing: Democrats know they don’t deserve what they get.
This is the skeleton key. They have achieved cultural dominance in media, academia, and tech, yet they preside over a nation that feels increasingly broken. Their policies, from soft-on-crime dystopias in major cities to inflationary spending, are deeply unpopular with a huge swath of the country. They can’t defend the results, so they must destroy the messenger.
Their greatest fear isn’t that Trump is incompetent; it’s that he might be right. That their entire worldview might be a fragile house of cards, and he’s not just a strong wind, but a leaf blower pointed directly at its foundation.
This brings us to the latest flare-up of this madness: the Epstein client list. Ah, yes, the list that was going to finally “get Trump.” The left’s QAnon. The irony is so thick you could spread it on toast. For years, they rightly mocked MAGA for its obsession with secret pedophile rings, only to turn around and invest the exact same hysterical energy into the belief that a man who has been the most scrutinized individual on the planet for nearly a decade has a secret child-trafficking charge waiting in the wings.
Let’s apply a single watt of critical thinking, shall we? If the Biden Department of Justice, an institution that has thrown every conceivable charge (and a few inconceivable ones) at Donald Trump, had a shred of credible evidence linking him to Epstein’s crimes, do you honestly believe it would be sitting in a vault? It would have been leaked to the New York Times before the ink was dry on the subpoena. The fact that it hasn’t materialized tells you everything you need to know. It either doesn’t exist, or the names on it are so devastating to other, more beloved liberal icons that the entire apparatus has decided to play a game of “let’s not and say we did.” As you astutely noted, nothing supersedes TDS. Not even justice.
This desperate flailing—from death conspiracies to baseless guilt-by-association—is the behavior of a political party in what you perfectly described as “Prevent Defense.”
For those who don’t follow football, Prevent Defense is the strategy a team uses when it’s desperately trying to protect a lead in the final minutes. They drop everyone deep into coverage, sacrificing everything to prevent the big, game-losing play. The problem with Prevent Defense, as any fan knows, is that it prevents you from winning. It’s a passive, fearful strategy that cedes the entire field of play. The other team just methodically marches down the field, eating up yards with easy, short gains until they’re in position to score anyway.
The Democrats have dropped everyone into coverage against Trump. They’re not even trying to run an offense of their own. Their entire platform is “We Are Not Him.” They’ve ceded the field of policy, of vision, of actually improving lives, to focus entirely on preventing one man from gaining yardage. And Trump, the master showman, is more than happy to be that offense. He doesn’t need a defense because his opponents have voluntarily taken theirs off the field. He’s running up the score on ideas—flawed or not, they are ideas—while the other team huddles together in the endzone, praying for a meteor.
The easiest way out of this losing strategy? As you said, they could just admit they were wrong. On border security, on inflationary spending, on a foreign policy that projects weakness. They could prove they can put the country over partisan politics. But they can’t. The cognitive dissonance would cause their heads to implode. It’s easier to hope the opposing quarterback spontaneously combusts on the way to the stadium.
So they will keep crying wolf. They will whisper, they will speculate, they will hope. And each time Trump emerges, tanned, rested, and ready to launch another policy bomb into their fragile consensus, their credibility dies a little more. The boy who cried wolf was eventually ignored, and the wolf ate everyone. The liberals who cry wolf are ensuring that when they finally have a legitimate point to make, no one will be listening. And the wolf, smirking from the fairway, is just getting started.
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