The Trump Presidency Is Going Great

Senate Republicans have discovered a bold new innovation in governance: if the public gets angry enough about airport lines, maybe they’ll happily subsidize a slightly more polite secret police. The bill to fund the Department of Homeland Security failed again because Democrats declined to rubber-stamp full DHS funding that shovels more money to ICE, the agency currently under fire for its role in the shooting deaths of Alex Pretti and Renee Good in Minneapolis. Chuck Schumer is pushing a clean TSA-only bill so people can get to their flights, while John Thune is out here acting like everyone is equally to blame for tying paychecks for TSA workers to ICE’s right to kick in doors without a warrant.

Behind closed doors, Trump’s border czar Tom Homan is meeting with senators, trying to salvage the administration’s favorite toy: a "rogue agency," as Patty Murray politely called it, that Democrats now want to subject to such radical leftist ideas as wearing name tags, not wearing masks, and getting a warrant before busting into people’s homes. In response, the White House is offering cosmetic tweaks – more body cameras (except when things are sensitive, or inconvenient, or Tuesday) and promising to tone it down a bit at hospitals, schools, and churches. Also, Trump fired Kristi Noem as DHS secretary and dumped Tom Homan directly onto Minneapolis like that’s a reform instead of a threat.

Out on the Senate floor, Republicans insist they’ve made a “very fair, reasonable offer,” which apparently means: pay TSA, fund the rest of DHS, and stop asking why ICE gets to cosplay as an unmarked militia. Democrats want to reopen TSA while they keep negotiating over whether ICE has to follow the Fourth Amendment, which is being treated as some radical bargaining demand instead of the baseline of a functioning democracy. Meanwhile, TSA workers are still on the job without pay, call-outs are climbing, airport lines are stretching, and the message from Washington is clear: your right to fly is now collateral in the ongoing dispute over how unaccountable the domestic security apparatus gets to be.

Trump is out here demanding concessions from everyone — Democrats, Republicans, and entire countries — like a guy who lost the plot three seasons ago but insists he’s the main character. According to NPR, he’s been struggling to "rewrite the narrative" on major issues, which is a very polite way of saying the gaslighting isn’t landing like it used to.

Instead of governing, he’s trying to negotiate reality by sheer volume: pressure the opposition, lean on his own party, and shake down foreign partners until the facts finally agree with him. Authoritarian fan fiction meets real-world policy, and somehow the only thing he’s successfully rewritten is the definition of "normal" in American politics.

Operation “Epic Fury” — because nothing says serious statecraft like a Mountain Dew flavor name — is going great. Director of National Intelligence Tulsi Gabbard and CIA Director John Ratcliffe showed up on the Hill and politely explained that, yes, Trump was warned Iran could hit Arab neighbors and choke off the Strait of Hormuz, and no, the regime did not magically disintegrate the moment he finished his victory-thread on Truth Social. The Iranian government is, Gabbard says, still “intact,” which is an awkward way of saying the president’s promised instant collapse of Tehran was about as real as his net worth.

The real fun starts with the “imminent threat” story. Gabbard suddenly discovered the sacred art of Neutral Bureaucratese and refused to say Iran was about to attack the U.S., insisting her job is just to hand Trump the intel and let him declare whatever counts as “imminent” this week. Ratcliffe, on the other hand, went full neocon cover band, declaring Iran a constant, immediate threat and assuring Congress that even if the U.S. stayed out of an Iran–Israel conflict, Tehran would attack America anyway. Conveniently, this matches Secretary of State Marco Rubio’s earlier slip that the U.S. had to preemptively bomb Iran because Israel might strike first and then Iran might hit U.S. forces — a justification the administration has since gently stuffed down the memory hole.

Despite the White House and Netanyahu’s government swearing there’s “no daylight” between them, Gabbard calmly pointed out that, actually, their war aims are different: Israel wants the regime and its leaders, the U.S. is allegedly just here for the missile network and other military hardware. Trump then announced he didn’t approve of Israel bombing a major Iranian gas facility and told them not to do it again, which is a strong statement for a guy whose entire foreign policy has been cosplay as Bibi’s press secretary. Meanwhile, both Gabbard and Ratcliffe delicately refused to endorse Trump’s claim that Iran would “soon” have ICBMs able to hit the U.S., instead repeating the boring old intel line that, maybe, with a space program and effort, they could start building one before 2025. Translation: the president’s ticking-doomsday-clock rhetoric doesn’t match the actual intelligence, but it sure made that preemptive war sound urgent.

In Los Angeles, a 23-year-old man heading home from work on a scooter stumbled across an anti-ICE protest and, according to a new legal claim, promptly got a firsthand demonstration of how Trump-era immigration crackdowns are being domestically enforced: with a law enforcement projectile to the face that left him blind in one eye and at risk of losing sight in the other. Jesus Javier Gomez Islas says he was standing still in his work uniform when something slammed into his right eye, exploding green paint across his face. Police then allegedly followed long-standing American tradition by offering no medical aid whatsoever.

The projectile almost certainly came from an LAPD weapon, his lawyers say, though the city is very bravely declining to comment on account of the whole "pending litigation" thing, and the officer who fired it remains unidentified — because accountability is for people who protest, not people who shoot them. Gomez Islas is seeking $100m in damages for permanent vision loss and a traumatic brain injury, but as his attorney notes, no amount of money is going to reattach his retina or undo a lifetime of disability inflicted because he happened to be near a demonstration criticizing Trump’s deportation machine.

Adding a nice constitutional garnish, this all happened a mere two weeks after a federal judge restricted LAPD’s use of so-called "less-lethal" launchers at protests, ruling that the department had already violated previous court orders limiting those weapons on demonstrators. So the sequence is: court says stop shooting protesters, LAPD allegedly shoots a bystander in the eye outside a federal detention center that’s central to Trump’s immigration crackdown, and then everyone in authority goes very quiet. Free speech, meet the business end of American law enforcement’s compliance with federal rulings.

Pete Hegseth, who is somehow in charge of the Pentagon now and not just yelling at a camera on Fox, emerged from meetings with Gold Star families at Dover and triumphantly announced that through tears and hugs they all told him the same thing: "Finish this. Honor their sacrifice. Do not waver." Very cinematic. Very made-for-cable. Very "didn't actually happen," according to at least one of the fathers he used as a moral human shield.

Charles Simmons, whose only son, Tech. Sgt. Tyler Simmons, died when a refueling plane crashed in Iraq during Trump’s Iran war, remembers it slightly differently: they talked about Tyler’s life, his service, and Simmons quietly hoping the decisions being made were actually necessary. Asked if he told Hegseth or Trump to keep fighting the war? "No, I didn’t say anything along those lines." Turns out the grieving dad was trying to process his loss, not audition to be the Pentagon’s new "Finish the Job" slogan writer.

Trump, never one to be outdone in the "imaginary support" department, previously claimed that "every single" Gold Star family at another Dover transfer told him the exact same thing: "Finish the job, sir." A public official who was actually standing there says they didn’t hear that from anyone. The Pentagon’s response to being caught using dead troops’ parents as a marketing focus group for endless war? A vague statement about privacy and respect, which is Washingtonese for "we’re not walking it back, and you can’t prove we made it up."

Meanwhile, Simmons—who is doing the actual hard work of grieving—comes away saying he saw genuine emotion from Trump and Hegseth and a different side of them than their public persona. That’s the bleak magic trick of this administration: show just enough basic human decency in private to win over the people whose kids you sent into a dubious war, then march to a podium and convert their pain into a talking point about why you have to keep it going. Democracy dies in darkness; reality dies in dignified transfer soundbites.

ICE has managed to hit a new milestone in cruelty: 19-year-old Royer Perez-Jimenez has become the youngest person to die in ICE detention since Trump returned to office. He was found “unconscious and unresponsive” in his room at Florida’s Glades county detention center, a place so notorious that advocacy groups have already documented it as a toxic, unbreathable hellscape. Officially, ICE is calling it a presumed suicide while also assuring everyone that he answered “no” on their suicide screening checklist, so clearly the system works perfectly.

This one death joins at least 10 others in ICE custody this year alone, a body count that somehow still doesn’t trigger anything more than another bland press release. Glades, for its part, has been accused of spraying detained people with toxic chemicals, gassing them with carbon monoxide, and pepper-spraying them for the radical act of asking for water and toilet paper. So yes, we’ve essentially recreated the worst parts of a 19th-century prison ship and stapled a DHS logo on it.

Trump’s second-term immigration machine continues to insist this is all just “enforcement,” as if teenagers ending up dead in detention facilities with poisoned air and chemical sprays are an unfortunate rounding error. The message is clear: cross the border without the right papers, and you’re not entering a legal system—you’re entering a punishment maze where basic breathable air is optional and making it out alive is increasingly not guaranteed.

The Trump legal revenge tour has reached its inevitable "subpoena James Comey again" chapter, this time courtesy of Jason A. Reding Quiñones, the Trump-appointed U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of Florida. He’s running a sprawling probe into the original Russia interference investigation and other prosecutions that annoyed Donald Trump, which Trump allies are proudly calling a "grand conspiracy" investigation. Subtlety remains banned at Mar-a-Lago.

Attorney General Pam Bondi already ordered prosecutors to go dig through the 2016 election like it’s a cold case instead of a decade-old political tantrum. There’s a small problem called the statute of limitations, but Trump world has a workaround: just claim the imaginary conspiracy is ongoing so it magically fits inside the five-year window. When the law says "stop," they hear "be more creative."

This is the sequel to the last failed attempt to nail Comey, when the administration tried to prosecute him over congressional testimony, only to have the case tossed because lead prosecutor Lindsey Halligan was — and this is from the judge, not The Onion — "a former White House aide with no prior prosecutorial experience" who was unlawfully appointed. Rather than treat that as a warning sign, the Trump DOJ appealed and doubled down on defending her appointment, because why wouldn’t you hand prosecutorial power to a loyalist intern with a LinkedIn account and a dream?

So here we are: the Justice Department under Trump still burning time and resources to criminalize the investigation into his own campaign, stretching conspiracy law like taffy to keep the fantasy alive. Call it what it is: not law enforcement, but a state-sponsored fanfic project to rewrite 2016 and punish anyone who ever suggested Russia might be a problem.