"Ninety Days. 90 Deals. Zero Results!"

Trump’s presidency is a masterclass in misdirection: failed promises, deepening economic pain, and a 90 million dollar fantasy parade to distract from the very real national suffering.

So here we are again, folks. Staring into the political funhouse mirror that is Donald J. Trump’s America; where reality is bent, truth is a four-letter word, and economic hardship is just another prop for a rally stage. He promised 90 deals in 90 days. That's right. Ninety. As if he were hawking a late-night infomercial, standing beside a gold-plated desk in a faux boardroom screaming: “But wait! There’s more!”

Well, there isn’t more. In fact, there’s nothing. Not a single one of those magical “deals” has materialized. Zero. Zilch. Nada. A clean sweep of failure. And yet, instead of accountability or even a basic acknowledgment of his own incompetence, what do we get? A phrase so Orwellian it makes 1984 look like a Dr. Seuss book: an ”economic transition period”.

Now, I’m no economist, but I am someone who spent over a decade by Trump’s side, enabling the very bullshit that now poisons our national discourse. So believe me when I tell you: when Trump starts rebranding failure as “transition,” that’s code for nothing is happening and I need to buy more time.

The man who once screamed from every rally stage that “on day one” he’d bring down inflation, cut gas prices, fix the supply chain, and make your wallet great again is now pushing the issue down the road like a rusted shopping cart with a busted wheel. When exactly will this mythical economic boom occur? He won’t say. Because he can’t say. Because; spoiler alert, it was never real to begin with.

Trump convinced America on high expectations; promises that were never grounded in policy, just puffed-up talking points polished for Fox News and Truth Social. He governs with slogans. “Gasoline and Groceries.” “Drill Baby Drill.” “Mass Deportations Now”. “Build the Wall.” “90 Deals in 90 Days.” It's not a presidency, it's a bumper sticker administration. Easy to slap on the back of your car; or rusted out Ford F-150. Harder to live with when the tank is empty because you have no money to fill it.

And while we suffer the economic consequences of this failed experiment, don’t expect empathy from Donald or his billionaire buddies; Team Enabler, as I like to call them. These guys aren’t worried about affording Christmas presents for their kids. They’re too busy buying yachts the size of small nations and avoiding taxes like it’s a national sport.

But you know who is feeling the pain? You. Me. Everyone who isn’t jetting off to Davos in a private jet. Poll after poll tells the story: 58% of Independents, 90% of Democrats and even 16% of Republicans; these are the growing numbers of Americans disapproving of his economic performance, each digit a dagger into the heart of Trump’s economic mythology. This isn’t just partisan rage. It’s a bipartisan cry for help. Economic anxiety is real, and it’s suffocating.

Even Trump knows the optics are bad. He actually told his supporters; many of whom already live paycheck to paycheck, not to expect 30 presents under the tree this year. Imagine that. The guy who once sold himself as the Christmas savior is now basically saying: “Santa ain’t coming, and it’s not my fault.” Talk about gaslighting with tinsel on top.

So let’s get down to brass tacks: Do you think any of this economic despair will actually affect Trump personally? Will he feel the pinch at Mar-a-Lago when eggs go up another 50 cents? That’s a rhetorical question. The man wouldn’t know the price of a gallon of milk if you poured it over his head.

And while American families are tightening belts, skipping meals, rationing their medication, and praying their cars don't break down; Trump is organizing a $90 million military parade in his honor. Because nothing screams “economic transition” quite like tanks rolling down Pennsylvania Avenue to celebrate a man who can’t pass a high school civics test.

It’s vanity over values. Ego over empathy. Always has been, always will be.

So, where do you stand? Who do you stand with? The guy causing unnecessary chaos, sowing division, and enriching himself while you bleed? Or the people trying to right the ship, restore stability, protect your rights, and inject a dose of integrity back into American governance?

Because make no mistake, this isn’t just about deals or parades or polling numbers. This is about the soul of the country. About whether we allow ourselves to be conned again by a man who treats the presidency like a personal ATM. Or whether we finally, finally say: enough.

The choice is yours. And it’s coming faster than you think.

Because 90 deals in 90 days came and went.

And all we got was 90 more reasons to stop his continued assualt on our democratic republic.

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