We’re Six Months Into Our Drunk Uncle Presidency. Time to Sober Up!

Our Collective Front Porch Credit: Do What Matters

It’s almost six months since America, in a moment of collective family dysfunction, handed the keys back to our national drunk uncle. You know the one. Loud, belligerent, convinced he’s the smartest person at Thanksgiving dinner, even though he can’t spell “cranberry.” And this time, he brought his inbred sons with him. One’s trying to run the treasury like it’s a Vegas casino. Others keep looking at the Constitution like it’s a Waffle House menu. The latest appropriations bill from Congress offers a clear sign that the average American can no longer afford to live in this run-down neighborhood.

And it’s not getting better.

We’re going on six months into a hostage situation, staged on a rundown front porch where the MAGA clan is drunk on grievance, hopped up on power, and waving a Constitution they clearly haven’t read.

Let’s be clear: this isn’t leadership. It’s a family reunion gone so wrong that the neighbors started peeking through the blinds and dialing Canada.

A MAGA Hangover, in Four Acts

Act One: The Gaslight Revival Tour
Day one, Trump and Co. kicked things off by re-declaring victory over an economy that wasn’t actually failing, at least not in the way they claim. Inflation? Down. Unemployment…