By Matt Underwood Trump’s presidency is crumbling before our eyes, or so the headlines keep suggesting, and honestly, I’m starting to tune them out. It’s not that I don’t want it to be true, far from it. It’s just that I’ve heard this refrain for years now, a constant drumbeat of imminent collapse that never quite materializes. I’ve seen the stories, the analyses, the predictions of doom, but somehow, here we are. The grift is still strong, the policies are still being implemented, and the man himself remains a powerful figure.
The reality on the ground feels far more complex and, frankly, much more disturbing. I see the impact of this administration in the lives of real people. Families living in fear, communities grappling with the consequences of policies designed to divide and exclude. Focusing on the “crumbling presidency” feels almost tone-deaf when the core of American values themselves are being actively challenged. The focus on a “crumbling presidency” can feel dismissive of the profound damage done by an administration that has actively worked to dismantle key government functions.
The constant predictions of his demise have become a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy, a cycle of hope and disappointment that leaves me feeling exhausted. The “walls are closing in” narrative has become a predictable trope, repeated so often that it’s lost its impact. It has become a kind of QAnon conspiracy, where the faithful constantly await the moment of truth that never arrives.
Of course, I want to believe it. I want to see the end of the damage. I want to see accountability. But I’ve been waiting for so long, and it’s easy to grow weary of the repeated letdowns. Until there’s actual, tangible change – until the man himself is gone, or at the very least, stripped of his power to inflict more harm – it’s hard to get excited about these pronouncements. And let’s be honest, it’s not just the man. There is also the administration that operates, seemingly without him needing to know the details. Vought and Miller are actually running things.
The erosion of American democracy, the dismantling of long-standing policies, and the destruction of international relationships – these are the real tragedies playing out every day. The damage done will take years, if not decades, to repair. And yet, there’s always the hope that something will finally break. But I can’t help but feel that what truly matters is the strength of a portion of this country’s support for the man, and what he represents. This unwavering support is a far more significant threat to the future than any perceived crumbling of his administration.
The headlines are often sensationalist, designed to generate clicks and shares rather than offer a nuanced understanding of the situation. It’s a kind of hopium, a desperate hope that something, anything, will finally bring this era to a close. But until those policies are reversed, or until those responsible are held accountable, the damage continues. And that’s the real tragedy.
The Supreme Court is poised to hand him a lot of power. And they seem to be backing him to stay in office past 2028. How can we call it crumbling when they keep getting their way? This administration and its allies seem to keep getting everything they want without any consequences.
This narrative of impending collapse has been a constant feature of the political landscape for years, and it’s easy to see why people are feeling fatigued. The repetition of these claims, without any real change, contributes to a sense of cynicism and despair. The most cynical part is how often it’s said, with no actual change.
And yes, I remember all the moments his campaigns, his Presidency, were supposedly crumbling. The primaries, the general elections, the years in office – each time, there were predictions of his downfall, and each time, he defied them.
The truth is, I’ll believe it when I see it. Until then, I’m just waiting for the day I wake up and read that it’s truly over.