The Grinch Who Stole the Presidency 🎄

By Rob C.

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TL;DR: While most Americans were opening presents or trying to survive family dinners, the President spent Christmas rage-posting. Nearly 150 posts of bile, insults, conspiracy theories, and moral posturing later, we’re left asking the same question we ask every holiday season: this is the guy lecturing us about values?

Christmas is traditionally a time for peace, goodwill, generosity, reflection. You know—the whole point. So naturally, our Epstein-adjacent President marked the holiday by unloading a sack full of rage tweets like a drunk mall Santa with a grudge.

Over Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, Donald Trump went on a posting spree that would make a bot farm blush. Nearly 150 posts and reposts, many of them aimed squarely at Democrats, journalists, entertainers, and—because nothing says “holiday spirit” like cruelty—death row inmates, whom he told to “GO TO HELL!”

Ah yes. Christ-like.

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It’s especially rich coming from a man who loves to cosplay as a defender of Christianity while giving every indication he’s never read the Bible—or any book that didn’t have his name embossed on the cover. “Blessed are the meek,” says the Gospel. “Total losers,” says Trump. Close enough, right?

In between recycling baseless election fraud claims (the Christmas classic that just won’t die), Trump went after late-night host Jimmy Kimmel, calling him “stupid,” a “total loser,” and claiming he was suffering from “TDS”—Trump Derangement Syndrome, the go-to diagnosis for anyone who notices reality. According to Trump-world logic, pointing out that the president behaves like a deranged uncle on Facebook is itself a mental illness.

He didn’t stop there. The holiday feed included attacks on prosecutors, judges, Democrats, immigrants, journalists, and the vague, ever-present enemy known as “THE RADICAL LEFT.” It was less Silent Night and more Unhinged Night, featuring a man furiously typing into his phone while the rest of the country tried—unsuccessfully—to unplug for 24 hours.

This is the same man who tells us he is “bringing the country together.” The same man who demands reverence, loyalty, and obedience. The same man whose supporters insist he’s restoring dignity to the presidency—apparently by calling people names on Christmas morning.

And let’s pause on the stamina involved here. Donny Nappleseed, who struggles to stay awake during cabinet meetings, somehow found the energy to post hateful screeds at a volume usually associated with caffeine binges and unresolved psychological issues. He may not read intelligence briefings, but by God, he can multitask a grievance.

This isn’t leadership. It isn’t strength. It isn’t even strategy. It is compulsion.

Christmas didn’t interrupt Trump’s anger—it amplified it. Because for a man whose entire political identity is built on resentment, there is no off switch. No moment of reflection. No pause for grace. Just a constant need to dominate the news cycle, insult enemies, and reassure himself that he is still the center of the universe.

So yes, tell me again how this man is “saving America.” Tell me how the guy screaming at comedians and dead prisoners on Christmas Day is restoring moral order. Tell me how the Grinch who stole the presidency is somehow delivering peace on Earth.

Some gifts you can return.
This one, unfortunately, we’re still stuck with… for now.

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Robert Cain
Author of Democracy for Sale: How Corporate Greed Is Corrupting Democracy and Endangering the Planet