The Ballrooms of Babylon
As the White House collapses behind him, Trump declares victory over mud, Medicare, and math.
The air smelled of diesel and delusion. Excavators gnawed at the East Wing like hungry rats while, twenty feet away, Donald Trump stood at a temporary podium declaring victory over mud. “Hello everyone,” he began, scanning the crowd with mock suspicion. “What a friendly group this is. No Democrats are here, right?”
The laughter was nervous, the kind that…
