Oh No, Not Him Again
It’s 2025. The ballots are counted (again). The tantrums have resumed. And across the country, a familiar chant echoes from college campuses to wine bars in Brooklyn:
“Trump is NOT my president!”
Well, congratulations. You've unlocked Level 2 of Progressive Delusion. Same slogan, different year. Still doesn’t change the fact that he actually is.
What Does “Not My President” Even Mean?
Is this some spiritual declaration? A metaphysical stance?
Because unless you’re a citizen of France, Cuba, or whatever alternate dimension MSNBC is broadcasting from, he is, in fact, your president.
But go ahead. Pound your fist on the Prius dashboard. Knit a pink hat. Hold a sign that says “Love Trumps Hate” while screaming obscenities at your neighbor.
Reality doesn’t negotiate with feelings. And elections—despite your therapy dog's opinion—have consequences.
Guess Elections Only Count When You Win?
Let’s rewind to 2016, when Trump won the first time. You remember:
- Hollywood actors swore they’d move to Canada (they didn’t).
- Professors canceled class because their students were emotionally “triggered.”
- And suddenly, everyone with a sociology degree became a constitutional scholar overnight.
“Trump didn’t win the popular vote!” they cried.
Yeah, neither did Abraham Lincoln in 1860. But I don't recall anyone canceling him on TikTok.
The Cult of Resistance
For four years, they didn’t call him President Trump. No, it was “The Occupant,” “Cheeto-in-Chief,” or my personal favorite—“Literally Hitler.”
Because nothing says thoughtful political discourse like comparing a billionaire real estate mogul with a reality show to a genocidal dictator.
Meanwhile, they created an entire industry around pretending he was illegitimate:
- Rachel Maddow’s nightly fan fiction
- Mueller Time merch
- “The walls are closing in!” — for like 1,426 consecutive days
Spoiler: The walls never did.
The New Season of “Not My President” — 2025 Edition
Now that Trump is (back/still/technically/miraculously) president, the same tired lines are back in fashion:
- “He’s a threat to democracy!”
Except... democracy put him there. - “He doesn’t represent our values!”
Translation: He doesn’t agree with you, and you’re emotionally fragile. - “This is a constitutional crisis!”
No, Susan. A constitutional crisis is when elected officials ignore the Constitution, not when they follow it and win.
If Trump’s Not Your President, Can We Skip Your Taxes?
Look, if you're opting out of this whole American government thing, maybe do it right:
- No federal protection
- No tax-funded benefits
- No roads, bridges, or national defense
- And definitely no social media rants on platforms built by capitalist free-market innovation
Go full “sovereign citizen.” See how long that lasts.
The Cold, Inconvenient Truth
You don’t have to like him. You don’t have to vote for him.
Hell, you can scream into your gluten-free pillow every night until the next election.
But unless you’ve moved to Canada (you haven’t), or renounced your citizenship (you won’t), he’s still your president.
That’s how America works. And thank God for it.
Final Thought: Reality Called. It Wants Its Country Back.
We survived 8 years of Obama and 4 years of Biden. You’ll survive Trump—again.
You can protest, resist, unfollow, and unfriend. But what you can’t do is cancel reality. Not yet, anyway.
So take a deep breath, turn off “The View,” and repeat after me:
“He’s my president. And I’m going to be okay.”
Unless, of course, the walls really are closing in this time.
In that case—grab your kombucha and run.
Disclaimer:
The views expressed in this post are opinions of the author for educational and commentary purposes only. They are not statements of fact about any individual or group, and should not be construed as legal, medical, or financial advice. References to public figures and institutions are based on publicly available sources cited in the article. Any resemblance beyond these references is coincidental.
