We aren't being governed, we're being looted -- Sabrina Haake

[gfarber]

14. The Presidency For Profit

When asked of the Project of ’25,
Trump swore, “Never heard of that hive!”
But the Heritage crew,
And their monarchist view,
Were the gears that kept his dream alive.

Curtis Yarvin had quite the plan,
To crown a CEO, not a man.
No ballots, no fuss,
Just one boss for us—
And Trump said, “Now that’s how I ran!”

He vowed not to touch the East Wing,
“Melania’s space—let it sing!”
But like all his oaths,
It dissolved into growths—
Of gold drapes and diamond inlay bling.

A decade ago he had two,
Now seven billion’s in view.
From crypto to graft,
He laughed and he laughed—
“Public office? It pays to accrue!”

He’s building a ballroom so wide,
A temple to wealth and to pride.
The donors all beam,
In the pay-to-play scheme—
Their contracts already supplied.

Lockheed and Meta applaud,
While Palantir gives a nod.
The checks flow in streams,
Fulfilling their dreams—
As Trump wields the scepter of fraud.

He’s selling the access by pound,
To buyers both foreign and bound.
Each visit, each deal,
Is sealed with his seal—
A nation turned cash playground.

So here in the Chronicles told,
Is a leader both brash and bold.
He’s made it his mission,
To mint a commission—
Where democracy’s traded for gold.