About Last Night: MAGA Reeks of Death

There are nights in politics when the country leans over, taps you on the shoulder, and says, “I told you I was sick of this.” Last night was one of those nights.

There is not a single ray of light for Donald Trump and MAGA from last night’s apocalyptic blowout. A billion Iranian centrifuges whirling for a hundred years could not spin last night into a victory. There is no amount of mayonnaise in the known universe that could turn the chickenshit of last night into chicken salad for the MAGA world.

Brace for impact, MAGA.

Other than screeching like cut hogs that Zorhan Mamdami is about to seize the means of production in New York City and usher in Full Sharia Communism With Mandatory Gay Marriage and Free Bus Rides, the GOP has nothing today.

Nothing. Nada. Bupkis.

His long-bomb “end the filibuster” performance at the White House a few hours ago was delivered in a dispirited monotone, the flat affect of a man who is negotiating with the political Grim Reaper.

His party is bleeding out under the public’s ferocious judgment that his shutdown is linked utterly with the MAGA GOP. Every poll now

His own polling numbers are abysmal, with large fractions of the GOP now objecting to his tariffs, his shutdown, and his overall performance. On every issue, independents now poll roughly 2.25:1 against him.

America is pissed off.

The states are rebelling.

2026 is coming, and MAGA is in trouble.