The American people stood at a crossroads. For years, they had debated, protested, and fought over the direction of their country. They had watched their institutions bend and sometimes break under the weight of corruption, misinformation, and greed. But when the time came to make a decision—when they had the power to shape their future—they chose the man who embodied the very worst of them.

He is a convicted felon. A man whose personal life is a tangle of scandals, fraud, and cruelty. He has been exposed as a liar, a cheat, and a manipulator, yet millions still worshiped him. His face was on their flags, his words were gospel, and his failures were always someone else’s fault.

The warnings were everywhere. Legal experts, historians, even members of his own party had sounded the alarm. This was a man with no moral compass, no interest in democracy, and no respect for the rule of law. But the people didn’t care. They saw in him not a threat, but a reflection of their own discontent. He wasn’t a leader; he was a weapon. A way to lash out at a system they had long since abandoned to cynicism and greed.

They had choices. They could have picked stability. They could have chosen integrity. They could have built something new, something hopeful. Instead, they chose chaos. They handed the highest office in the land to a man whose only real talent was destruction.

And then, as the consequences unfolded—as the economy collapsed, as rights were stripped away, as the country became a laughingstock on the world stage—they looked for someone to blame. Not themselves, of course. Never themselves. They blamed the media, the opposition, the courts, the deep state, the immigrants, the protesters. They blamed everyone except the one group truly responsible: the American people who had put him there.

It wasn’t as though they had been deceived. He had never hidden who he was. The criminal charges, the personal scandals, the blatant self-interest—it had all been there for them to see. They just didn’t care. Or maybe, deep down, they liked it.

Because to admit that they had made a mistake, to acknowledge their own role in their country’s downfall, would mean accepting responsibility. And that was something they had never been good at.

So they raged. They attacked the very institutions they had once revered. They demanded that someone—anyone—fix the mess they had created. But it is too late.

The country they had handed over to a broken man was now broken beyond repair. And they had no one to blame but themselves.