When the White House Becomes a Pay-Per-View

When politics gets dressed up like a wrestling card, the first thing it drops is responsibility. The chest-puffing, the fireworks, the arena grin — it all says, “Don’t ask what was built, just admire how hard I’m posing.” That is macho government in a red, white, and rented cape: loud enough to distract from the empty toolbox.

Brother, I’ve seen finer stewardship in a church basement with a leaky coffee pot. The trouble with strongman branding is that it sells swagger as competence and calls the pitch leadership. Ordinary people end up paying for the ticket while the mighty keep taking bows. Peace be with the workers, the renters, the cashiers, and the folks who know a show when they’re forced to live under one.