“He dry-humps the flag like a confused poodle at a balloon animal convention, because for Trump, patriotism is a costume, and sacrifice is for chumps. He has never put anything above himself—not country, not principle, not even decency. He’s a walking void where empathy should be, a gold-plated black hole sucking in loyalty and spitting out betrayal.”
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https://open.substack.com/pub/jojofromjerz/p/trophy-wives-and-al-capone
3:48 PM · May 25, 2025

Let’s be real: Most Americans won’t be spending Memorial Day staring into the distance like a Civil War reenactor in a Ken Burns documentary. We’ll be dodging sunburns, incinerating hot dogs, and praying the cooler hasn’t devolved into a lukewarm swamp before Uncle Gary launches into his annual “How I was this close to joining the Navy SEALs” saga. The closest we’ll probably get to solemn reflection is when we realize we forgot the potato salad in the trunk.

Most people aren’t saints—they’re just grateful for a day off that someone else made possible. Still, for many of us, somewhere between the smoke from the grill and the shrieks of kids with sparklers, we will actually take a moment to reflect. Maybe it’s just a quiet pause, but beneath the sunscreen and laughter, there is a hum of gratitude—a silent, steady awareness that our freedom exists because others were willing to give more than most of us can imagine.

Donald Trump? He couldn’t find that feeling with both hands, a flashlight, a flight attendant and a motherfucking map.

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Watching Trump waddle onto the hallowed grounds of West Point was like watching a reality TV villain crash a funeral. He didn’t just embarrass himself—he spit on the very idea of honor, turning America’s most storied military academy into a gaudy stage for his endless tantrums and bottomless narcissism.