Fourth & Democracy | Marjorie’s MAGA Divorce, Sydney Sweeney’s Box Office Bomb & More Epstein Email Depravity

Welcome to another Fourth & Democracy: where the playbook meets the public square.

Marjorie Taylor Greene’s sudden turn toward “normal” populism lately might have shocked people, but not nearly as much as her full-on public break with MAGA over the weekend. And she wasn’t the only MAGA-blonde in the headlines: Sydney Sweeney’s big Hollywood moment in 2025 was supposed to be a breakout for her and right-coded culture. Instead, it face-planted and reminded studio heads that MAGA voters’ taste in art is as bad as their politics.

Meanwhile, as Epstein revelations multiply by the day and Melania is rolled out for more public appearances to soften her husband’s child-trafficking image, the real question still hangs in the air: where is Barron? The logical “heir” to the Trump family political machine remains missing in action – and the country has never heard his voice.

Layered on top of that is a president flirting with a war in Caracas to distract from more Epstein evidence, and it’s clear that the White House is willing to go to any length to shield itself from accountability and the truth.

Let’s get started.

1st & 10: Marge’s Big MAGA Divorce

Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-Ga.) has been one of the loudest, most unwavering defenders of the MAGA “movement” since the day she entered politics. She went from unknown, conspiracy-drunk, guns right defending Georgia business owner to one of Trump’s most loyal soldiers in Congress. She has marched in lockstep with him on every culture war, every lie, every meltdown – until now.

In the past month, Greene has broken ranks on issue after issue: healthcare, cost of living, even the government shutdown. She’s suddenly railing about grocery prices, medical bills, and the economic squeeze on working-class families. Her comments have raised eyebrows on both sides of the aisle, especially when she went on The View and declared the shutdown was “a pissing contest between the men (in Congress).”

Trump stayed mostly quiet through these small rebellions, but healthcare wasn’t the breaking point. The real fracture came when Greene kept demanding that the Epstein files be released in full – no matter the cost. That’s when the MAGA divorce went from quiet tension to public split.

Late last week, Trump blasted out a Truth Social post announcing, “I am withdrawing my support and Endorsement of ‘Congresswoman’ Marjorie Taylor Greene, of the Great State of Georgia,” (it’s a pain in the ass to type like that) sneering that she had “gone Far Left, even doing The View,” before defaulting to his usual “low-IQ” insults.

Let’s be clear: Marjorie Taylor Greene is not an ally to Democrats or to democracy. But she is now a threat to the president – and quite possibly in personal danger. Shortly after Trump’s post, she revealed that private security firms had reached out with warnings about credible threats to her safety.

We’ve seen what happens when the MAGA base is unleashed on public figures. Is it rich, even darkly poetic, that Greene now finds herself in the “finding out” phase after years of putting people like Lt. Col. Alexander Vindman and their families at risk? Absolutely.

But should she still be protected for speaking out against a president who appears to be threatening her safety for exposing the one scandal that could end his presidency and lead to criminal charges?

Also yes.

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2nd & 19: The Silent Heir – America’s Most Unusual ‘First Child’

The Trump family has never shied away from the spotlight – not a single one of them. Sure, Eric gets shoved into the basement most days because, well, he’s just fucking weird, but every Trump plays their part when the cameras are rolling. During Trump’s first term, his youngest son, Barron, was trotted out at every opportunity: waving politely on the South Lawn, walking to Marine One in a fitted suit, posing stiffly at formal events. He was young enough to be insulated from talking, but old enough to be groomed for the family business.

This term, everything is different. And a bit off. Despite Trump bragging in interviews about how “technologically savvy” his youngest son is – and the campaign-trail rumors that Barron was the secret architect of Trump’s push into the brosphere – you’d expect the public to have heard from him at least once. In a digital presidency, in a digital age, with a father who never shuts the hell up online, Barron is effectively mute.

In every crime family, political dynasty, or hybrid monstrosity like the Trump clan, there’s always a logical heir. With Trump’s authoritarian impulses raising real questions about succession, Barron stands out. Don Jr. gives off pure Kendall Roy flop-era energy, Eric wouldn’t survive a week unsupervised, and Ivanka has long since checked out to grift her way across the Middle East with Jared.

That leaves Lurch.

Sorry, Barron.

Throughout modern history, First Families have placed varying levels of restriction on media access to their children. Amy Carter was famously shielded from the press. Chelsea Clinton wasn’t hidden, but the Clintons enforced unusually strict boundaries around her privacy. The Obamas did the same with Malia and Sasha – limited access, no interviews, no press scrums. But even with those protections, coverage still existed. Conservative media especially – Fox News chief among them – ran every scrap of footage they could find, including college-era photos of Malia Obama at music festivals.

Barron? Not even close.

Since coming of age and enrolling at NYU’s Stern School of Business, Barron Trump has effectively disappeared. His public footprint is a ghost trace. His social presence is nonexistent. Online rumors swirl about suspiciously timed stock trades and market movements that coincide with White House announcements – all tied to Trump’s repeated claims that his youngest son is “technologically savvy.” Whether true or pure fiction, the speculation exists because there’s nothing else. The vacuum feeds it.

Questions about his social abilities have become commonplace, amplified by years of total silence. And nobody bought Fox News’ bizarre attempt to paint him as a teenage Casanova clearing out an entire floor of Trump Tower for a date. The story died as fast as it appeared.

In a hyper-digital era – with the most camera-hungry family on earth, led by a man who can’t stop posting – Barron’s total absence is glaring. He is the logical heir to the Trump political machine, the dynastic last name, the built-in successor. And yet, he has no public voice, no public role, no public anything.

He’s been cast into the shadows, and the questions are only growing louder.

3rd & Long: Right-Wing Studio Execs Misread Sydney Sweeney’s MAGA Appeal

Sydney Sweeney’s disastrous debut at the box office didn’t happen in a vacuum. It didn’t come from bad luck, bad scripts, or even some celebrity backlash cycle. It came from something much dumber and much more predictable: a handful of right-wing-aligned studio financiers trying to manufacture a movie star out of a culture-war vibe and second Trump term right-coded society.

It all started with that infamous birthday party. You remember the photos – the red hats, the stars and stripes décor, the suburban MAGA aesthetic. Most of the internet groaned. But in conservative circles, Sweeney suddenly became the it girl: blonde, all-American, nonpolitical, and perfectly aligned with the aesthetic they want to represent America.

That’s exactly the sort of thing that turns heads among GOP-aligned magnates in Hollywood’s financing world. We’re talking about people in the orbit of Stephen Schwarzman, Steve Mnuchin, Susan McCaw, and other Republican donors who sit on boards, fund slates, and quietly influence what gets made and who gets cast. This isn’t a conspiracy; it’s just following the money. When Trump won again and the trad wife/trad girl aesthetic became a mainstream political signal, Sweeney was first in line to be the next big star.

Suddenly, she jumps from prestigious television shows like Euphoria where teenage boys fawned over nude scenes into a wave of feature films and red carpets – Christy, Americana, Eden – many financed or distributed by companies whose leadership sits inside or adjacent to right-wing donor networks. Her moment wasn’t organic; it was manufactured, and it was manufactured by people who fundamentally misunderstand the right-wing base.

Because here’s the truth: MAGA doesn’t actually like movies. They don’t show up for storytelling, nuance, or anything that is going to make them think. They don’t buy tickets unless the movie has explosions, a body count, and a blonde in a push-up bra firing an AR-15. They don’t want art. They want fantasy. They want symbols of purity, patriotism, and dominance – not character arcs of lesbian boxers and indie-film introspection.

Hollywood financiers like Steve Mnuchin – Trump’s former Treasury Secretary and now a major Lionsgate investor – and Stephen Schwarzman, the billionaire Blackstone CEO and one of the biggest Trump-aligned megadonors in the country (whose son runs Black Bear Studios), thought they were tapping into the cultural moment of the Trump regime by elevating a MAGA-friendly blonde with curves and crossover appeal. They thought they were riding access to the White House and future mergers with a new darling for the moment. Instead, they learned the hard way that you can’t build a film career on the culture-war fantasies of people who don’t understand nuance and don’t actually show up to watch movies.

Meanwhile, mainstream audiences – the people who do buy tickets – started backing away as Sweeney repeatedly dodged basic questions about white supremacy during the American Eagle “great genes” fiasco. She refused to disavow the ugliest interpretation of her own scandal, and the middle of the country doesn’t reward that.

And just like that, her “big year” turned into rubble. Three box-office bombs. Millions flushed. Studios left holding the bag wondering if they can afford to dole out more to prop her up during awards season for her boxing film, Christy.

Sydney Sweeney didn’t just have a rough run – she became a cautionary tale of what happens when Hollywood power brokers and billionaire donors try to manufacture a movie star out of the politics of a movement that doesn’t read, doesn’t think, doesn’t buy art, and doesn’t show up when it counts.

It may have cost her the career she thought she was about to have.

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4th & Democracy: Epstein Stabs Trump from Beyond the Grave

Through a deep dive into the thousands of emails released by the House Oversight Democrats, we’ve learned the following: Jeffrey Epstein was not a relic of Trump’s past. He was an active, functioning node of political influence, intelligence backchannels, billionaire networks, and sexual exploitation deep into Donald Trump’s first presidency. And the world around him – his handlers, his lawyers, Steve Bannon, his intelligence contacts, his recruiters – continued operating as if he wasn’t who the public knew he was.

These emails make one thing unmistakably clear, Epstein didn’t simply “know” Trump. He lived inside the same ecosystem as Trump even after the president said he had cut ties years before. Even after Trump entered the White House, Epstein’s world kept moving in parallel with Trump’s, and in several instances, directly beside him.

In one email from 2019, Epstein and associates discuss “models in Milan,” a “cute one but super shy” heading to Paris, and instructions to “meet her if you want.” This is not the language of a disgraced recluse. It’s the language of an active supply chain – a trafficking pipeline still functioning nearly a decade after he was first arrested. And then, casually, someone adds: “trump coming to london will be crazy.”

That is not how a trafficker talks about a distant acquaintance. That is how you reference someone inside your orbit – someone whose movements matter to your environment, your logistics, your legal exposure. Someone whose presidency intersected with your world. These emails show that Epstein was watching Trump’s travel schedule because he and Trump continued to operate inside the same elite machinery – and for a period, through Epstein’s growing relationship with Steve Bannon.

Another email shows Epstein coaching physicist Lawrence Krauss through an impending misconduct interview, and forwarding details to Ken Starr. Starr responds as if the exchanges are routine. The same Ken Starr who prosecuted Bill Clinton, defended Trump during impeachment, and sat at the top of the GOP’s legal food chain had a comfortable relationship with Jeffrey Epstein and his circle of men facing sexual misconduct allegations. The overlap isn’t subtle; the men who defended Trump were actively helping Epstein. The same protective legal culture shielded both.

One of the most striking emails is a full geopolitical analysis of Israel, Iran, the Arab League, and U.S. foreign policy – not sent through diplomatic channels, but to jeevacation@gmail.com It reads like an intelligence brief prepared for someone with state-level influence, not a convicted pedophile. This matters because Trump’s first-term foreign policy – especially through Jared Kushner – was built on informal channels with Saudis, Israelis, Gulf billionaires, and private intelligence networks. Epstein’s inbox shows he was part of that same shadow foreign policy architecture.

Another email focuses on African telecom titan Strive Masiyawa, one of the continent’s most influential billionaires. That address didn’t land in Epstein’s inbox by accident. Epstein cultivated powerful men, global money, and the networks where favors and information were traded like currency. He moved in these circles with purpose, using them as leverage. Trump didn’t just know these people – he actively worked with them and depended on them. His real estate empire, his political career, his media platforms, and even his protection from past predations were built on the same billionaire ecosystem Epstein was the maestro of. They were friends in the same world. And these emails make clear that their circles overlapped more deeply, and more dangerously, than Trump has ever admitted.

This overlap is Trump’s, and possibly the United States government’s, greatest political and legal vulnerability – because Epstein’s entire enterprise was built on information – compromising, transactional, and incriminating. The emails show that even after his first conviction, Epstein maintained access to billionaires, intelligence figures, global financiers, and Trump’s orbit through Steve Bannon and others. Epstein didn’t just know Trump, he maintained access to him into the White House.

A man like that became too unpredictable. A man like that became too dangerous. And with each new document release, each inch closer to the full Epstein files becoming public, Donald Trump is already feeling the knife twist. That damage isn’t coming from prosecutors or Democrats–it’s coming from the depths of hell, delivered by the one man he thought he had buried forever:

Jeffrey Epstein.

Be On the Lookout

A few things to keep your eyes on this week.

First, the House vote on releasing the full Epstein files is coming. Expect Speaker Mike Johnson to stall, delay, or bury it under procedural nonsense. Don’t let him. If you want the truth out, call your elected officials and demand a clean vote. No excuses. No delays. No backroom bullshit.

Second, the gambling crackdown is growing. Federal prosecutors have arrested mafia networks, NBA staff and players, and a handful of star MLB pitchers tied to illegal operations. The Trump regime is putting pressure on one of America’s most cash-flush industries. Expect suspensions, more leaks, and more arrests up the line.

And finally, keep an eye on Lincoln Square this week. We’ve got some major guests lined up for live shows – political insiders, cultural voices, and some of your favorite personalities. Don’t miss them.

Stay loud. Stay grounded. Stay engaged.