Tony Smith Publisher

A Patriotic Tragedy of a Full-Grown Man Still Kissing Trump’s Ass. A Nation Deserves Better...Or Does It? There is a uniquely American sadness in watching a grown man—an elected official, no less—abandon integrity like it’s a discontinued golf resort. Once upon a time, he stood for fiscal responsibility, national security, maybe even the Constitution. But now, he stands for whatever Trump just screamed on Truth Social. Let’s not pretend this is about loyalty. It’s fear. It’s career survival in a political Hunger Games where the only way to win is to lose your spine. You can see it in his eyes during interviews—wide, vacant, desperate. You can hear it in the word salad he tosses out like it’s a buffet of patriotism, when it’s just lukewarm cowardice drenched in buzzwords. He’s no longer a lawmaker. He’s a hype man for a man-child. No bill too conservative, no lie too ridiculous, no act too shameless—so long as it earns a nod from Mar-a-Lago. He wasn't always like this. Back in the day, he wore his veteran pin like it meant something. He quoted Reagan. He shook hands at town halls. He talked about the future. Now, he retweets conspiracy theories and dodges subpoenas like it’s a contact sport. There’s something tragic about watching a grown adult erase himself to stay relevant in someone else’s cult. Like a once-respected professor who now sells bootleg supplements in YouTube ads, our congressman has traded conviction for clicks. This isn’t politics. It’s performance art. And the worst part is he knows it.

Onward, always. Warmly,
Tony Smith

Publisher, Indie Incognito Magazine