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  • Trump Breaks Davos

    Trump Breaks Davos

    Donald Trump’s speech at Davos was a bold and unapologetic declaration of his vision for America and the world, showing why his leadership resonates with so many. His address cut through the pomp of global elites gathered at the World Economic Forum, offering a clear contrast between their priorities and his America-first agenda.

    Trump’s emphasis on dismantling globalist policies, such as the Paris Climate Accord and overregulation, underscores his commitment to prioritizing American workers and businesses. By promoting low taxes, reduced regulation, and a strong domestic economy, he clarifies that the U.S. will no longer be beholden to international bureaucracies or unfair trade practices. His call for NATO countries to increase defense spending to 5% demonstrates his insistence on fairness and shared responsibility among allies.

    What truly sets Trump apart is his visceral opposition to war. Unlike many leaders who speak in abstract terms about conflict, Trump’s remarks on nuclear disarmament and the human cost of war—particularly in Ukraine—reflect genuine empathy and a desire for peace. His success in brokering a ceasefire in Gaza further cements his reputation as a dealmaker prioritizing stability over endless conflict.

    While critics may dismiss him as brash or unorthodox, Trump’s ability to challenge the Davos consensus proves he is unafraid to stand up to entrenched global elites. His vision of rewriting the rules to benefit American citizens rather than multinational corporations is not just populist rhetoric—it’s a promise to deliver results for those who feel left behind by globalization.

    In short, Trump’s Davos speech highlights why his leadership remains impactful: he speaks plainly, acts decisively, and puts America first while advocating for peace and prosperity. For his supporters, it’s yet another example of why they believe in his vision for the future.


  • I write because the alternative is probably becoming a farting TikToker or becoming a disgruntled Walmart greeter. When the world’s spinning like a bad trip and truth seems as rare as an honest politician, I grab my laptop and start pounding keys.

    I’m the daughter of a Greek immigrant who arrived here in the ’50s with nothing but a suitcase full of dreams and a perfect Sharkskin suit. Dad believed in the American Dream, and somehow, throughout the decades, that belief has stuck with me. My mom was from a German Irish family in Jersey City, NJ, and had her first job at age 16. She was a phone operator for NJ Bell.

    NJ Bell
    telephone operators 1950's

    I write because my brain won’t shut up at 3 AM, spitting out fragments of memories and half-baked ideas like a broken record. It’s either write them down or go mad; the psych ward’s already got enough poets.

    Some people collect stamps. I collect uncomfortable truths, explore conspiracy theories, and dig up forgotten stories that can make people squirm at dinner parties. In this age of alternative facts and digital smoke screens, telling it straight feels almost revolutionary – like wearing combat boots to a debutante ball.

    As I have since I was a teenager, I like to think of myself as one of the outsiders, the midnight philosophers, the corner-store intellectuals who read Kant between cigarette breaks. We’re all just trying to make sense of this beautiful mess, aren’t we?

    So yeah, I’ll keep writing. Not because it’s noble or profound but because it’s either this or screaming, and I don’t want to scare my dog.
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    Besides, somebody’s got to remember all this stuff. It might as well be me.