How Do They Not See It? (Or Do They?)

At the Resolute Desk, truth dies in applause.

Every time I see another clip of Donald Trump sitting behind the Resolute Desk, holding court like a sun king, with people lined up behind him like disciples at a sermon, I feel like I’ve slipped into a parallel universe.

Yesterday, it was wounded veterans. Brave men and women, standing tall, saying “thank you” to a man who lies as casually as he breathes. They told him they were proud. Grateful. That they supported what he was doing.

And I just sat there, stunned.

How do they not see it?

He lies. Constantly. Openly. About wars, about service, about policies he hasn’t delivered and never intended to. And still, they smile. Nod. Offer applause. It’s not just surreal—it’s heartbreaking.

This isn’t about political disagreement. It’s about living in a country where a man can lie on camera in front of people who know better, and still be showered with praise. That’s not loyalty.

That’s mass hypnosis.

Some of it, I know, is about power—being near it, wanting to stay close. Some of it is wishful thinking. But some of it? Some of it is just people clinging to a myth they can’t bear to let go of.

And yet, their applause feeds the machine. Their silence gives the lie more life. Their presence in that room doesn’t just lend him credibility—it spreads the infection.

I don’t blame people for wanting a hero.

I blame the man who turned that longing into a con.

And I blame the system that keeps pretending this is normal.

Because history doesn’t forget who stood silently while the truth was strangled.

And it sure as hell remembers who stood clapping.