For the last three days I have been glued to my phone wrestling with MAGA maniacs on Meta. The tariffs clearly were not working, so I went full Stephen a. Smith on them. I like to think my voice got through somewhere in high places, because they do watch social media. Today the president caved on his tarriff plan, sending stocks soaring. He didn't get the kind of deals he was expecting, who'd a thunk? Many suspect insider trading, but I don't. He really is that dumb. Now I can rest, unplug, detox from the miasma of social chaos on Meta. Until next time, which won't be long. When the bully won't stop throwing punches, you have to hit him back. Though I probably did not influence the president directly, every little bit of resistance counts, crystallizing in a calculus of social upheaval. I'm with them out there on the streets, the Hands Off protests, if not in body then in spirit, echoing their message in tweets and comments. I am the invisible atlas of education that haunts the enemy's bleeding hearts. The'll never know who I really am, until DOGE hacks Meta and finds my IP address.
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