The President Wants Total Annihilation

The President will not stop until this country is completely and irrevocably divided, destroyed, and unrecognizable.

That’s not a prediction. It’s a promise he’s already begun to keep.

We don’t have to take his word for it, even though he’s told us, over and over again, exactly what he plans to do. We don’t need to decode his speeches or speculate about his intentions. We can see it. We can feel it. The evidence is everywhere.

He is not letting anything or anyone stop him. He doesn’t care about the rules. He doesn’t care about the law. And he doesn’t care if any of us, or the United States itself, survives what comes next.

And that’s the part too many people still refuse to say out loud:
This isn’t about political disagreement. This is about annihilation.

And it’s not limited to what’s happening on our land. This is just the first step in his plan for global domination. He is already aligning himself with other authoritarians and working to dismantle the world order. He believes partnering with men like Putin and others will somehow elevate him, when in truth, they are manipulating him and using him. And the people of the world, not just Americans, are the ones who will pay for it.

Today, while in Israel to position Trump as a peace-making president, Vice President J.D. Vance smiled and said, “Things are going, frankly, better than I expected,” when asked about the Gaza ceasefire. He followed it by admitting he was “not one hundred percent certain” the deal would hold. And that might be a fair assessment, except that Trump has already declared victory. He’s already claimed the conflict is over.

But nothing Trump touches holds. And nothing he says is the truth.

This matters more than we talk about. Because the word of the President of the United States has ended real wars. It has prevented new ones. Our president, until now, has always been one of the strongest stabilizing forces the world has ever known. Their diplomacy, their restraint, their ability to project calm and credibility, that used to keep us safe, even in ways most people never saw. Because instability doesn’t stay where it starts. It spreads. And when America is no longer the grown-up in the room, everyone is in danger.

This week, Trump began publicly floating the idea that the Department of Justice should pay him $230 million, personally, in compensation for investigating him.

Here’s what he said:
“I have a lawsuit that was doing very well. And when I became president, I said, ‘I don’t know, how do you settle the lawsuit? I’ll say, ‘Give me X dollars,’ right?”

He also added:
“We have numerous cases, having to do with the fraud of the election, the 2020 election.”
“Because of everything we found out, I guess they owe me a lot of money.”

And then came this:
“With the country, it’s interesting because I’m the one that makes the decision, and that decision would have to go across my desk. And it’s awfully strange to make a decision where I’m paying myself. But I was damaged very greatly, and any money I would get, I would give to charity.”

But would he donate it? And if so, to what kind of charity? One that actually helps people, or one that funds hate, propaganda, or quietly funnels money back to his family?

That’s what we’re dealing with. A man who had an active case against his own government before retaking power, and now believes he can settle it with himself.

In his mind, the case was already a win. He had already decided he was right. And now that he’s back in control, he sees no issue simply awarding himself hundreds of millions of taxpayer dollars, not because of a legal ruling, but because he thinks he’s entitled to it. Because in his world, he is the law.

He even said so earlier this week, calling himself the nation’s “chief law enforcement officer,” a phrase no president in modern history has used without a wink or a cringe. But Trump wasn’t joking. He wasn’t exaggerating. This is how he sees the presidency. Not as a public service. Not even as leadership. But as total ownership.

So now, he’s playing every role: plaintiff, judge, jury, and payee. He thinks he can just cut himself a check.

Never in our history has a president sued the Justice Department, then regained power and mused publicly about simply paying himself the settlement. There is no precedent. There is only Trump.

And if he does this once, what’s to stop him from doing it again? What’s to keep him from demanding another $500 million next month? What if he says the 2020 election caused him “emotional damage”? What if he decides Georgia owes him for “reputational harm”? Or New York. Or the FBI. Or CNN. If this isn’t stopped, there is no bottom. There is only what he wants and what he thinks he can take.

Because what he truly wants isn’t just money. It’s supreme control. It’s unchallenged authority. It’s the power to concentrate wealth, law, and loyalty inside his own sphere, and to punish anyone outside of it.

He cannot stop because he cannot admit defeat. To lose would be to admit it was all a lie. That the system didn’t cheat him. That the country rejected him. And if he accepts that truth, the illusion collapses. And behind the illusion is nothing but ego, emptiness, and fear.

So instead, he invents a world where he’s always the victim, always the winner, and now, the one who decides how much he’s owed.

And with so much of the country physically ill and rattled by Trump’s physical annihilation of the East Wing of the White House, when asked for his thoughts, Trump had just one thing to say:
“It’s music to my ears.”

That was his response to knowing that the people of the People’s House are devastated, mourning the loss of one of the most symbolic spaces in American history.

And while the rest of us are reeling, he is basking in the power of it. Because this isn’t just about brick and marble. This is about the nation itself.

We all feel it. This isn’t just the destruction of a building. It’s a metaphor. A message. A warning.

He’s tearing this country apart. And he wants you to know he enjoys it.

The sound of our grief plays in his ears like a victory song.

But he doesn’t do any of this alone. He never has.

He surrounds himself with a rotating cast of loyalists, sycophants in suits, who follow him around like royal subjects. They cheer when they’re supposed to. They laugh when they’re told. They snicker at the right moments, like background actors in a dystopian sitcom.

He’s not holding meetings. He’s hosting performances.

He sits like a little troop leader, casually rattling off conspiracy theories, threats, and bizarre tangents while his inner circle nods along, pretending this is normal. Pretending this is fine. Pretending this is leadership.

And all the while, he’s talking about things that directly affect real people’s lives. People’s safety. People’s futures. He throws around terms like “war,” “insurrection act,” “justice,” and “shutdown” like punchlines, like they’re props in his one-man show, while the people next to him smile and nod as if they haven’t completely detached from reality.

They’re not advisors. They’re not aides. They’re enablers. They’re witnesses. They’re his protection.

Because the show only works if nobody breaks character.

The minute one of them says, “This isn’t right,” the whole production starts to collapse. So instead, they stay in step. They laugh when he mocks women, slanders cities, or slurs his way through another attack on immigrants, Black voters, or anyone else he’s decided is beneath him that day.

They laugh when he lies about Portland burning.
They nod when he says Democrats are “low IQ.”
They do nothing when he spirals into incoherence, not because they don’t hear it, but because they’re afraid of what happens if they stop clapping.

And they do more than just play along. They’re the ones creating the chaos. They’re the ones orchestrating the plans he follows. They whisper in his ear. They write the scripts. They shape the policies. They give him just enough direction to move the next piece forward, even if he doesn’t fully grasp where it’s all heading.

If there’s a mental deficiency, and there clearly is, then they are doubly responsible. Because that means they know he can’t run this alone. And they’ve chosen not to intervene, not to protect the country, not to warn the public, but to exploit his decline for their own gain.

They are just as much to blame as he is.
Maybe more.

Because let’s be honest, he’s not the one running the show.

He might be signing the orders. He might be shouting from podiums. But the man we’re watching now is not capable of orchestrating this on his own. And deep down, we all know it.

I spent some time today watching his most recent videos. Then I pulled up videos from 2015, just a decade ago, though it somehow feels longer. What struck me wasn’t just the cruelty, or the lies, or the posturing. It was the change. He’s not the same person.

The decline is visible. He stumbles through sentences. He can’t track a question. He loops back into nonsense and repeats himself like he’s stuck in a glitch. He lashes out randomly, jumps topics mid-sentence, contradicts himself within the span of 30 seconds, and not one person around him dares to say anything.

And here’s the truth I keep circling back to: Trump isn’t running the country.

He may think he is. He may be allowed to think he is. But someone else is making the real decisions. Someone else is pulling the levers behind the scenes. And maybe that someone is a group. Maybe it’s an ideology. Maybe it’s a network of strategists, billionaires, Christian Nationalists, fossil fuel executives, or foreign influencers, or all of the above. But whoever it is, it’s not him.

And one day, there will be a postmortem on this moment, the same way we now talk about Reagan’s final years, when insiders quietly admitted he wasn’t the one making decisions anymore. But what we’re living through now makes that look quaint by comparison.

Because what’s left of Trump is the worst parts, amplified. He has no filter. No stop mechanism. No long-term thinking. No guardrails. Just base instinct and bottomless rage.

This isn’t just politics. This is an existential crisis. We’re not debating tax rates and highway bills. We’re debating whether this country survives in any recognizable form.

And I have lost my ability to sugarcoat it. Because sugarcoating didn’t save us from anything. So I’m done softening the truth.

He is not well. He is not running the government. And the people who are, whoever they are, are using him as a shield while they dismantle everything beneath our feet.

And we are running out of time to stop it.

We’ve already lost pieces of ourselves. Our institutions are crumbling. Our faith in systems we thought were unbreakable is gone. And still, too many people cling to the idea that it’s just politics. That it’ll sort itself out. That we’ll bounce back.

But this isn’t a movie. No one is coming to fix it for us. And if we wait for the next election to magically solve this, we’ll be too late. History is very clear about what happens when you wait too long.

Other countries have fallen to men like this. We always thought America was different. But our laws are only as strong as the people willing to defend them. Our democracy is only real if we keep choosing it, over and over again.

And the only way to fight back is together. Not just as Democrats. Not just as Independents. Not even just as Republican holdouts. But as people who still believe in a country where the government serves the people, not the man who controls it.

Because the president wants total annihilation.
And if we don’t stop him, he will get it.

But he doesn’t have it. Not yet. We still have power. We still have truth.
And we still have each other.

If we rise, loudly, boldly, together, he loses.

We are the firewall. And we are not done fighting.

I’ll see you tomorrow,
Heather