Trumpferatu

Undead, untouchable, and still commanding the mob. This isn’t over—because it never ends.

I resisted the urge to jump into the latest viral outrage—the Epstein list, the speculation, the spin. But at some point, you’ve got to call bullshit on the gaslighting. And remind people that if you think this is the end of Trump, you haven’t been paying attention.

Donald Trump once bragged that he could shoot someone in the middle of Fifth Avenue and not lose a single voter. Nine years later, we’re about to watch that theory tested again—this time with the Epstein list. And guess what? He’s still right.

The list hasn’t even dropped yet—and already, the MAGA cult is scrambling. You’d think the gates of hell had opened, the way they’re spinning, gaslighting, and lashing out. Trump’s allies—his loyal flying monkeys—are already shrieking that the whole thing is an Obama/Biden fabrication. Because that’s the move: deny, deflect, accuse. Always accuse.

Sure, some folks on the left are hoping this will be the silver bullet. The thing that finally cracks the Trump armor. But if you still believe anything can break the spell, I’ve got a failed casino to sell you. The truth is, most of his base doesn’t give a damn whether he was on Epstein’s plane, island, or speed dial. They’re not following him because they believe he’s clean. They’re following him because he fights dirty.

The pundit class keeps getting suckered into the same delusion: “This time it’s different.” No, it’s not. Trump has been through scandals that would end ten careers, and he’s still out there fundraising off the chaos, headlining rallies, and inching back toward power. He’s a disgrace with staying power. A walking, talking indictment of everything broken in American politics.

It reminds me of Eileen Fulton, who passed away yesterday. She played Lisa on As the World Turns—a character so cunning and vindictive that viewers would confront her in public as if she were Lisa. Fulton said people would hiss at her in the street. One woman even hit her. It’s the same delusion that made Americans believe Trump was a brilliant CEO because The Apprentice told them so. One was playing a villain. The other is one. But both tapped into the same blurring of fiction and reality. And millions couldn’t tell the difference.

It’s not just gaslighting anymore—it’s Goebbels-level propaganda: tell a lie big enough and repeat it often enough, and people will believe it. Levitt, Trump, the whole right-wing media ecosystem—they’re laying down the same playbook they always have, and it’s working.

And here’s the kicker: the narrative is already mutating. Even before we know the names. It’s starting to sound like a Stephen King story, with Trump cast as the noble victim haunted by the Deep State and hunted by a media cabal of child-eating monsters. It’s grotesque. And effective.

No, whatever comes of the Epstein report will not be the stake through Nosferatu’s heart. We all thought that moment had come with the “grab ’em by the pussy” tape. It wasn’t. And then there was another moment—during a presidential debate with Kamala Harris—when he declared that Haitian immigrants were coming over here and eating family pets. “Oh, now we’ve got him,” people said. Nope. That didn’t matter either.

And from all of it, we learned something terrifying: for millions of Americans, good character doesn’t matter. Not even a little. This undead creature will continue to spread chaos, feeding off grievance and fear, and leaving nothing but scorched earth behind.

He’s not Nosferatu. Nosferatu had the decency to die in the sunlight.

They’ll take even this and twist it into proof that Trump is the real target, the real victim, the only one standing between America and the abyss. Meanwhile, the cult digs in deeper. Every indictment, every scandal, every horrifying new revelation is just more armor. They don’t care what he does—they never did. He could be on Epstein’s jet wearing a QAnon shirt and they’d still line up to kiss the ring.

So what the hell do we do?

That’s the real question. Reasonable people—Democrats, independents, sane Republicans (if there are any left)—have to stop hoping for a magic bullet and start organizing like democracy depends on it. Because it does.

Look ahead to the midterms. Trump is. He’s already pressuring Texas to gerrymander more seats. The GOP is playing chess, and the Democrats are still playing checkers. Just look at New York, where candidates like Zohran Mamdani are elevated not because their ideas can win nationally—but because they pass an ideological litmus test in safely blue districts. That kind of purity politics might feel good in the moment, but it’s political malpractice when the other side is consolidating power with ruthless efficiency.

This is not just a battle of candidates. It’s a battle for reality. For truth. For decency. For the soul of the country. If we don’t fight like hell now—with our votes, our voices, our money, and our time—then the Fifth Avenue theory won’t just be true. It’ll be permanent.

The cult may not care. But we have to. Because if we stop caring, they’ve already won.

🎧 Bonus voiceover for paid subscribers: Trumpferatu, in my own words—rage, sarcasm, and stakes included.