Party of Cucks
MAGA Talks Tough, But They're All Subs
The MAGA Republican Party likes to imagine itself the party of fighters, warriors, and patriots.
That’s cute.
In reality, it’s the Party of Cucks, a whimpering harem of weak men who mistake submission for strength and degradation for loyalty. They don’t fight. They kneel. They don’t resist. They beg. They’re not the party of dark suits and cold eyes; they’re gimps, begging for pain.
If Ronald Reagan’s Republicans strutted around with “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall,” Donald Trump’s Republicans are mewling “Mr. Putin, do you want us in fishnets or leather tonight?”
This week’s humiliation tour featured Trump debasing himself before Vladimir Putin, Elon Musk debasing himself before (ew) J.D. Vance, and Dan Bongino debasing himself before both Trump and the lingering ghost of Jeffrey Epstein.
And that’s just the top of the parade float. Behind them, the MAGA influencer class waves its tiny red hats like bachelor-party strippers desperate for Destynee Rainbowe’s attention.
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