Oh, how the desperate squawking from the left has reached a fever pitch, like a flock of caffeine-addicted parrots pecking at the last crumbs of their credibility. The latest laughable narrative they’re peddling? That President Donald J. Trump—yes, the actual, legally elected, still-filling-stadiums-like a rockstar President—is experiencing some sort of cognitive decline. Now, this would be hilarious if it weren’t so pathetically transparent. The same media ghouls and pearl-clutching Twitter intellectuals who spent four years screaming “Russia!” and five minutes pretending Hunter Biden’s laptop was a right-wing conspiracy theory have suddenly decided that Trump, the man who outlasted two impeachments, a stolen election, COVID chaos, and 24/7 media hit jobs, is now—gasp—a bit forgetful? Please. This is the guy who walks into hostile interviews without cue cards, slays rallies without a teleprompter, and roasts reporters with more style than a Vegas comedian. Trump forgets one name or makes a joke about mixing up cities and suddenly it’s breaking news: “Trump’s Brain Leaking Out of Ears, Experts Say!” Meanwhile, Joe Biden, the unelected, barely-upright placeholder who’s currently cosplaying as president between naps and pudding cups, is out here doing everything short of licking lampposts and claiming they’re his childhood dog, and the same media clowns call it “relatable.”
Let’s just recap for the folks in the cheap seats. Trump gives a ninety-minute speech without notes, touches on domestic policy, international trade, energy independence, the southern border, and still has time to crack jokes about crooked politicians and toilet-flushing regulations. Biden, on the other hand, opens his mouth and you start a countdown to the next national embarrassment. He’s the human version of Windows 95 running on dial-up. He mumbles, he fumbles, he stumbles—physically and verbally—and somehow we’re meant to pretend this isn’t a concern. This is a man who literally needed step-by-step instructions printed in 72-point font to enter a room and say hello. “YOU enter the room. YOU sit down. YOU do not soil yourself.” And the press? “He’s just a kind, gentle soul who sometimes misplaces reality.” Right. He’s not “folksy,” he’s fossilised. We’re watching the world’s most awkward puppet show, complete with visible strings, malfunctioning mouth movements, and a backstage crew frantically trying to keep the thing from collapsing mid-performance. But sure, tell me more about how Trump is the one who’s slipping.
Let’s not pretend this isn’t intentional. The Democrats know Trump is back, he’s in charge, and the deep state’s fever dream of keeping him out of the White House has faceplanted harder than Biden on a bike. So now they’re grasping at the only straw left in their soggy cocktail of lies: “If we can’t beat him on policy or popularity or, let’s face it, basic charisma, let’s just claim he’s senile.” Spoiler alert: it’s not working. In fact, the more they screech, the sharper Trump looks. Every time he gives a press conference or strolls across the White House lawn like a boss who never left, their narrative melts faster than a Democrat’s courage in a border town. The contrast is so stark, it’s almost cruel. Trump is out there being presidential—actually presidential, not just reading whatever was typed by a 23-year-old gender studies grad in the com
munications office. He’s making decisions, calling shots, and reminding America that leadership doesn’t look like a man being led by the elbow off stage while waving at invisible people.
And yet, the selective amnesia of the left is truly something to behold. They’ve entirely memory-holed Biden’s endless bloopers, gaffes, and catatonic pauses. Remember when he called out for a dead congresswoman in the middle of a speech? Or when he claimed he’d cure cancer? Or when he said “God save the Queen” months after she was buried? No? Funny, neither do they. It’s as if the entire legacy media has been afflicted with politically convenient dementia. Biden can forget which country he’s in, shake hands with thin air, and wander away from the podium like he’s following the smell of oatmeal, and somehow it’s just brushed off as “a charming quirk.” But Trump mixes up NATO and NAFTA in a three-hour impromptu speech, and it’s front-page hysteria. The hypocrisy is so thick you could spread it on toast—and it’d still taste better than Kamala Harris’s word salad.
But let’s not forget what’s happening out in the real world while these blue-haired panic merchants are chasing their own tails. Despite years of progressive policies turning major cities into dystopian playgrounds for criminals, something remarkable is happening: crime in Washington D.C. is dropping. Shocking, I know. Maybe it’s because the grown-ups are slowly being invited back to the table. Maybe, just maybe, the return of common sense, law and order, and consequences for criminal behaviour is starting to take root again. Or maybe the local thugs just realised even they don’t want to live in a Democrat-run disaster zone anymore. Either way, it’s happening. And it’s not just D.C.—other blue state cities, after years of chanting “Defund the Police!” like some cult ritual, are quietly, sheepishly, asking for help. And who are they turning to? Not the cackling incompetence of the Biden-Harris circus. Nope. They’re turning to the one guy who actually knows how to fix things: Trump. Oh yes, the man they said was a racist, a fascist, a danger to democracy—turns out he also happens to be the guy who understands law, order, and basic economics. And now these same cities are poking their heads up like groundhogs after a nuclear winter, blinking in the sunlight, whispering, “Uh… can you help us, Mr. Trump?”
So, to all the liberal journalists, TikTok activists, and Twitter blue-checks still foaming at the mouth about how “Trump is losing his mind,” let me offer a gentle reminder: he’s already president again. You lost. He’s back. Biden is not in charge of anything except maybe his own Jell-O cup selection, and even that’s pushing it. Trump’s not just coherent—he’s commanding. He’s not doddering—he’s delivering. And as for the left? They’re too busy trying to convince us that up is down, left is right, and drooling on yourself in public is somehow a sign of strong moral leadership. Keep it up, folks. At this rate, Trump won’t need to campaign—he just needs to stay alive and let the Democrats do the heavy lifting of burying themselves. Honestly, watching the collapse of their narrative is like watching a toddler build a tower of blocks only to knock it down and cry. It’s tragic, it’s funny, and it’s exactly what they deserve. So, let them whine. Let them flail. Meanwhile, the rest of us will sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, knowing full well that the adults are back in the room—and this time, the door’s locked. Thankfully. The only sad thing about Trump being back in the Oval Office, is the fact that there are still countless Democrat supporters and ‘reporters’, who still think Biden and Harris would have been the better choice!