They Don’t Blink Anymore: The Chilling Silence That Hides the Real Monster
You ever speak the truth so raw, so close to the bone, that the whole room seems to go quiet? Like someone turned the oxygen down? I can sit with my family for hours while they tear Donald Trump apart—every insult, every stumble, every orange-tinged soundbite. It’s like a ritual. The rage is rehearsed, the…