I’ve never supported Donald Trump, and after witnessing the first 100 days of his second term, my opposition has only intensified. His actions have been a relentless assault on truth, decency, and the very fabric of our democracy. This piece is my unfiltered, deeply personal account of the chaos and cruelty that define his presidency. It’s not just a critique—it’s a call to awareness and action. If you value integrity and the principles this country was built upon, I urge you to read and reflect.
Let me just say it flat out: I’ve never supported Donald Trump. Not in 2016, not in 2020, and sure as hell not now. And honestly, I’m at a loss for how anyone with a conscience—or a pulse—still can.
This isn’t some polite political disagreement over tax policy or defense spending. No. This is rage. Disgust. Deep, bone-weary disbelief that a man so morally bankrupt, so blisteringly insecure, and so aggressively stupid is back in the Oval Office. His first 100 days of this second term haven’t just confirmed our worst fears—they’ve blown right past them like a flaming semi through a barricade labeled “democracy.”
Since being dragged back into power on January 20, 2025, Trump has been on a vengeful rampage. Over a hundred executive orders, many of them cruel, petty, or just flat-out dangerous. He didn’t return to govern. He returned to settle scores. Humanitarian aid? Slashed. State Department gutted. Foreign alliances trashed. His foreign policy is basically “screw the world, I’m still mad you didn’t clap loud enough.”
And my God, the personality. You’d think the years out of office might’ve softened him. Nope. He’s still the same bloviating narcissist who needs constant praise, surrounds himself with shameless ass-kissers, and throws tantrums like a toddler with a gold toilet. This man doesn’t govern—he performs. He rules by tweet, tantrum, and terror.
The lying? Endlessly exhausting. He’s out there babbling about the “greatest economy ever” while inflation strangles families and small businesses go under. Cities are reporting crime spikes while he declares “safety has returned.” It’s like watching a magician who only knows one trick and keeps screwing it up—but somehow the audience still claps.
He’s still obsessed with “loyalty,” which in Trump’s world means blind obedience and praise without question. If you have a fact he doesn’t like, you’re the enemy. If you have a conscience, you’re fired. He’s once again tried to use the DOJ to harass his critics, threatened reporters, and bullied school boards. School boards. What kind of pathetic little man picks fights with librarians and teachers?
He’s so void of empathy it’s almost clinical. After a mass shooting, he gave the victims a passing mention before pivoting to crowd sizes at a rally. No sorrow, no dignity—just another day in his warped PR machine. His emotional depth could be measured with a ruler, and you’d still have room left over.
And let’s talk about his dictator fetish. He still drools over autocrats like Putin and Orbán. He’s actively working to dismantle the civil service—trying to purge career professionals and replace them with MAGA loyalists. Because when you can’t lead with competence, you rule by fear and loyalty oaths.
The man thrives on division. He doesn’t just tolerate hate—he cultivates it. His rallies are cesspools of grievance, disinformation, and thinly-veiled calls for violence. He talks about “retribution” like it’s a campaign promise. This isn’t presidential leadership. It’s cult behavior with better lighting and a flag backdrop.
And underneath all that arrogance? Deep, oozing insecurity. He still can’t take a joke. Still whines about “fake news.” Still needs to hear how great he is, over and over, because he doesn’t believe it himself. His ego is a fragile balloon that needs constant air or it crumples into a sad little husk.
So no, I don’t “disagree” with Trump—I despise what he is and what he represents. A bully with a god complex, a liar with a platform, a man so utterly unfit for leadership that even calling him “president” feels like an insult to the office. I have never supported Donald Trump—and I never will. And if you still do? I have to wonder what part of cruelty, chaos, and con artistry appeals to you.
