The Trump Presidency Is Going Great

Brendan Carr, the FCC chair and newly self-appointed Minister of Truth, hopped on social media to remind broadcasters that their licenses are apparently contingent on flattering coverage of Donald Trump’s Iran adventure. Carr warned that outlets spreading what he calls "hoaxes and news distortions" about the war could see their spectrum permits revoked — because nothing says "public interest" like a government official threatening to shut down news organizations that annoy the president.

Trump, naturally, is thrilled. He raged on Truth Social that the New York Times, Wall Street Journal and other "Lowlife 'Papers'" supposedly want the U.S. to lose the war, accusing them of publishing headlines that are "the exact opposite" of reality. Defense secretary Pete Hegseth chimed in from the war room-slash-green-room, scolding coverage of a "Mideast war" and suggesting more upbeat options like "Iran increasingly desperate" — a bold programming note from a guy who talks about bombing countries like he’s pitching a Fox & Friends segment.

While new CNN owner David Ellison publicly promises editorial independence, Hegseth helpfully hints that the network will be better once the billionaire finishes redecorating the newsroom. Carr, for his part, cites plummeting trust in "legacy media" as justification for using federal control of the airwaves — a public asset — as a political cattle prod. He even dredges up 2024 election coverage to complain that the press predicted a Democratic win before Trump’s "landslide" plurality, as if bad polling entitles the government to start yanking broadcast licenses.

So the Trump administration’s position is now crystal clear: the media is "sick and demented," coverage that isn’t sufficiently triumphalist is a "hoax," and the guy in charge of regulating the airwaves is openly musing about shutting down noncompliant outlets. Freedom of the press, reimagined as a conditional privilege you keep only if you cheer loudly enough for the war.

The Justice Department’s latest cosplay as a mob collections agency just hit a wall. A federal judge blocked Trump’s DOJ from subpoenaing Fed chair Jerome Powell over some allegedly scandalous building renovations, noting there was a “mountain of evidence” that the whole thing was just a pressure campaign to make Powell slash interest rates or resign. The court helpfully observed that DOJ had produced “essentially zero evidence” of any crime, which is a pretty bold way of saying: this isn’t law enforcement, it’s a shakedown.

Trump has spent the past year publicly calling the guy he appointed in 2018 “stupid” and “too slow” for not tanking rates on command, and now—what a coincidence!—his administration is trying to criminalize cost overruns on a construction project. Meanwhile, GOP senator Thom Tillis briefly remembered what a spine is, warning that appealing the ruling will just delay confirming Trump’s preferred replacement, Kevin Warsh, who just happens to be more eager to do the president’s bidding on cheap money.

As a bonus authoritarian side quest, the Supreme Court is weighing Trump’s attempt to fire Fed governor Lisa Cook over mortgage-fraud allegations that look suspiciously selective, given that even his own Treasury secretary Scott Bessent allegedly played similar games on his paperwork. So the Trump White House is now trying to purge and intimidate central bankers with criminal probes and loyalty tests, then insisting this is all about good governance and not, say, turning the Federal Reserve into Mar-a-Lago’s in-house ATM.

Donald Trump has finally achieved his life’s dream: not just being president, but being king of an empire with his very own open-ended war in Iran. After spending his second term LARPing as a monarch – posting AI videos of himself in a crown dumping sludge on protesters, slapping his name on the Kennedy Center and the US Institute of Peace, demolishing the East Wing to build a ballroom, and getting his face on a semiq-dollar coin – he’s now upgraded from petty authoritarian cosplay to the real thing: a unilateral war built on zero accountability and a Supreme Court permission slip.

The road to this mess was paved with shredded safeguards. Trump gutted post-Watergate anti-corruption rules, fired 17 inspectors general, and bypassed the Senate to install loyalist prosecutors. Then he handed the keys of law enforcement to Pam Bondi and Kash Patel, turning DOJ and the FBI into his personal revenge squad. They dutifully tried to prosecute Letitia James and James Comey in what his own chief of staff Susie Wiles cheerfully admitted was just “score settling” – a phrase that used to be a red flag and is now apparently official White House policy branding.

Unlike Nixon, who at least had the decency to be stopped by a functioning Congress and a Supreme Court that still believed presidents weren’t literal sun gods, Trump enjoys a 6-3 court that blessed him with sweeping immunity for “official acts.” Sonia Sotomayor warned this could let a president order assassinations or deploy the military against political enemies; Trump heard that as a to-do list. He’s already sent troops into US cities, ordered illegal strikes on civilian boats in the Caribbean, and used federal agencies as tools of retribution. The Iran war is just the logical next step of an imperial presidency that stopped pretending to be constrained by law.

So here we are: Congress sidelined on war and spending, watchdogs fired, prosecutors handpicked, the courts rubber-stamping “King Trump,” and the executive branch rebranded as one man’s stage show with live ammunition. The old fear was that the presidency might become too powerful. Trump and his enablers solved that debate by skipping straight to the sequel: what if we just don’t have a democracy anymore?

Donald Trump has apparently decided that the best way to keep his would-be successors in line is to turn them into background characters from a cursed circus. Secretary of State Marco Rubio, Vice-President JD Vance, and Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth are all reportedly trudging around in Trump-gifted Florsheim shoes that don’t fit, because the president demands to know – or guess – their shoe size as a proxy for, yes, penis size. The supposed leaders of American foreign policy are literally clomping through geopolitics in clown shoes to avoid offending a man with famously tiny hands.

Rubio, angling for the Oval Office, is now the nation’s top diplomat while visibly dressed like a child playing dress-up in Daddy’s wardrobe, trying to “grow into” the big shoes of John Quincy Adams and James Baker by way of discount Oxfords. Hegseth, meanwhile, is so fragile about his image that he banned independent press photographers from the Pentagon briefing room after some unflattering shots, ensuring only state-approved images of his Very Serious Man cosplay will emerge – ideally none that include the humiliating footwear. This is happening as reporting confirms the US was responsible for a Tomahawk strike on an Iranian elementary school on day one of the war, and the Pentagon’s chief tough guy still can’t summon the decency to publicly own the atrocity.

Vance may be the saddest of the shoe models: a vice-president who sold himself as anti–“stupid wars” now spectating from the sidelines of a very stupid war, iced out of both strategy and the meme wars by the White House accounts. Having built a career as the big guy’s guy, he’s now discovering that when the big guy hands you size-13 loyalty loafers, they can start to look a lot like dead men’s shoes. The Trump administration’s governing philosophy remains consistent: maximum vanity, mandatory humiliation, zero accountability – and absolutely no one in the room wearing shoes that actually fit the job.

Harvard pulmonary specialists have crunched the numbers and come to a shocking conclusion: if you defund healthcare, deregulate pollution, stall clean energy, undercut workplace protections, and let Robert F Kennedy Jr run around poisoning the vaccine well, people’s lungs do not, in fact, thrive. The study describes Trump’s second-term agenda across 10 policy areas as an "attack on Americans’ lungs" that will cause millions to "die needlessly" – which, if you’ve been following the One Big Beautiful Bill Act, appears to be the feature, not a bug.

The OBBBA rips more than $1tn out of health programs, threatening Medicaid coverage, vaccines, emergency care, and basic meds. The White House, via spokesperson Kush Desai, insists this is just "commonsense" reform to fight waste, fraud, and abuse – a bold rebranding of "we took away your inhaler so Exxon could have a slightly nicer quarter." Meanwhile, the administration is busy shredding air pollution rules on soot, mercury, and tailpipe emissions, forcing fossil fuel plants to keep belching poison, and trying to kneecap California’s EV mandates. Corporations get cleaner balance sheets; everyone else gets a lifetime subscription to pulmonary clinics they can no longer afford.

It doesn’t stop there. Workplace protections for coal miners are delayed, CDC and FDA budgets are slashed, and under Health Secretary RFK Jr, vaccine uptake is tanking as federal officials mainline conspiracy theories straight into the public bloodstream. The study sketches a composite patient with COPD who loses coverage, breathes more soot, gets less help to quit smoking, and skips Covid and flu shots because the government told them science is optional now. Toss in climate-fueled wildfires supercharged by environmental rollbacks, and you’ve basically built a national respiratory death trap with a gold-plated Trump logo on the entrance.

Experts warn that children, poor and working-class communities, Black communities with already sky-high asthma rates, and coal miners in red states will be hit the hardest, because of course they will. Federal agencies, once vaguely dedicated to public health, have been repurposed as a sacrifice zone for industry profits and culture-war cosplay. As one lung specialist notes, the scale of harmful policy is "unprecedented" and requires more than just rolling it back – but for now, the Trump administration’s healthcare vision is clear: if you can’t afford to breathe, maybe the free market decided you didn’t deserve lungs.