MAGA Reeks of Death
There is not a single ray of light for Donald Trump and MAGA from Tuesday’s apocalyptic blowout.
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.” Tuesday night was one of those nights.
There is not a single ray of light for Donald Trump and MAGA from Tuesday’s apocalyptic blowout. A billion Iranian centrifuges whirling for a hundred years could not spin Tuesday night into a victory. There is no amount of mayonnaise in the known universe that could turn the chickenshit of Tuesday night into chicken salad for the MAGA world.
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.
If you’re inside MAGA world, you’re doing the usual post-defeat interpretive dance “It wasn’t really a loss,” “Turnout,” “The media,” “If Trump were on the ballot …” but the rest of us saw what happened as plain as daylight: in two states where Republicans thought they had a shot, voters took one look at the chaos, the cruelty, the endless grievance playlist of Trump-era MAGA … and they chose normal.
That’s the part that should terrify them.
Because Tuesday night wasn’t just about Abigail Spanberger turning Virginia bluer than Stephen Miller’s balls, or Mikie Sherrill wildly outperforming her Democratic predecessor.
It was about the reappearance of a voter we were told had gone extinct: the suburban, exasperated, moderately liberal-to-centrist American who wants government to function and is profoundly over the MAGA circus. That voter came out in an off-year election, not for a Trump-sized spectacle but for basic competence.
And MAGA lost to that.