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In his latest Freedom 250 <\/em>triumph, Pres. Fragile Snowflake launched a Great American State Fair in D.C, which is not a state, boasting tens of attendees, no shade or seats, melted ice cream, busted Ferris wheel, $25 pretzels, teenage performers, sorry-ass pavilions often sporting a mere chair, a masturbating MAGA podcaster, and a Spinal-Tap-like mini-Arc-de-Pedo that began disintegrating its first day. No wonder headliner Trump – right again! – giddily proclaimed, “This is the beginning of the golden age of America.”<\/p>\n

Fresh from miraculously transforming the iconic “reflecting lakes” <\/a>into a fetid debacle, Trump launched “the most unforgettable birthday party any country has ever had,” though maybe not in the way he envisioned. Many observers noted “his own Potemkin Village,” <\/a>billed as “a world-class exposition,” sadly “sputtered <\/a>out of the gate,” bathed in the same “stench of kitsch and failure” as everything he touches. The \u201csparsely attended and shockingly boring<\/a>\u201d result was variously likened to “comedy gold,<\/a>” “horror movie vibes,” <\/a>“theater of the absurd,”<\/a> and a Butlins – low-rent British package resorts – “for fascists with heatstroke.” <\/p>\n

It did not have to be this way. A viral Reddit<\/em> post<\/a> by a former worker at the Smithsonian recalled the “millions in private philanthropy” raised years ago for a landmark 250th anniversary of what’s been called <\/a>“the greatest sentence ever written” declaring “all men (sic) are created equal.” Planned was a month-long folk festival, “The Festival of Festivals,” featuring a blend of the likes of Burning Man, Farm Aid, Grand Ole Oprey and local festivals highlighting the best of American arts, redolent of the famed Christmas Truce of World War One when “people put down their weapons and got together” in a hopeful, unifying cause.<\/p>\n

That was before Trump “stole America’s 250th birthday and threw it for himself,” refusing to issue permits for the Smithsonian’s version and swiftly turning what could have been a joyful historic civic celebration into a bleak<\/a>, gaudy reality-TV pageant, an alleged state fair (which clearly neither he nor his minions have ever seen) without the requisite rides, games, farm animals, cotton candy, fried dough, fresh lemonade or “fun,” which could be why reports surfaced of a muggy and miserable scene where bored kids were loudly complaining and at least one took to rolling in the steamy grass screaming, “I. WANT. TO. GO. HOME!!!\u201d<\/p>\n

Because grifters gonna grift, it also became an egregious \u201c$100-million laundering operation” with a small Ferris wheel. Added to $80 million in our money he stole from the bipartisan, real 250 commission, he lured corporate sponsors seeking favors or contracts – Lockheed Martin, Northrop Grumman, Palantir, Oracle, ExxonMobil, United Airlines – with obscene “deals”: $500,000 for \u201cV.I.P access and seating” at all events, $1 million for a \u201cprivate thank you reception\u201d and \u201chistoric photo opportunity,\u201d $2.5 million to be handed the mike for “a speaking role” at a July 4 event,” up to $10 million for God knows what further abuse of power. <\/p>\n

Thus did his latest round of corrupt bombastic patriotism, trailing “a sense of dread” and blaring Creed’s <\/em>Higher,<\/em> kick off Wednesday night to a military flyover, a National Anthem badly sung by Kash Patel’s girlfriend, and a speech behind bulletproof glass to a mostly empty National Mall. “I am thrilled to declare that America is back,\u201d he said, going on to reassure himself on the greatest terror of his life. “We were a joke two years ago, but nobody’s laughing at us anymore” – this, from a purported US president forced to fill in for Milli Vanilli. Then he did his cringey robot “dance” while a Marine band played <\/a>YMCA. <\/em>Oof. <\/em><\/p>\n

Despite a relatively, mercifully brief speech, a viral video showed people streaming<\/a> out as he droned on. Later he posted <\/a>the rally was “packed to the brim with 45,000 happy people. Everybody stayed right until the end of my speech – they loved hearing about a truly successful America.” Uh huh. “The Party told you to reject the evidence <\/a>of your eyes and ears”: Most reports put the crowd at about 1,000. Sleepy Joe last week: “Whoa. What a loser.” Online, people cracked about “almost dozens <\/a>of people,” said they’d seen bigger crowds at school fairs, family reunions, Walmart, and suggested, “They were all at Mamdani’s pool party.”<\/p>\n

<\/em>Grimly smiling Fox News <\/em>hosts, though, toughed it out. Before a vast vista of grass dotted with maybe 14 people, they posted AI slopaganda<\/a> and happily exclaimed<\/a> “How great is this?” “We’ve got thousands<\/em> celebrating!” “People are still coming!” and, “The feeling of patriotism is all in the air!” After C-listers all bailed and Vanilla Ice cancelled due to non-existent “inclement weather,” performers came down to a 14-year-old singer from Arkansas and a local artist who painted an American flag live on stage; steadfast Fox <\/em>chirped “so many cool people” watched him. They didn’t mention, per one sage, that more people have been sexually assaulted by Epstein et al than attended this week’s Fair. <\/p>\n

Meanwhile, generator issues caused <\/a>the Ferris wheel to periodically shut down and the ice cream to melt; inexplicably, a butter sculpture of Trump and mascot cow named Melania didn’t. Food vendors were few and airport-pricey: $5 water bottles, $23 turkey legs, $25 stuffed pretzels, a $27 dry burger with “limp, slimy lettuce on top.\u201d Replicas of Trump passports<\/a>, bewilderingly reading, “Welcome but be good,” were gifted; invited whiteboard messages included, “A felon and predator resides at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave!!\u201d; police arrested a MAGA podcaster dressed as Uncle Sam for masturbating <\/a>to a performance by women acrobats.<\/p>\n

Lining the Mall were slapdash, flimsy state pavilions looking like empty doctors’ waiting rooms or “like something Wile E. Coyote would run into while chasing the Road Runner.” Over 20% of states declined to partake <\/a>in the regime’s ideological project to rewrite American history into a white, male Christian saga; some sent a minimal token – state name or symbol, (welcome) chair or two. Maine is a bare room whose walls list lobster facts; Oregon, “the Beaver State,” has a chair, Vermont was empty until a woman drove down with maple syrup pamphlets; Alabama has a tub of peanuts; Kansas, cut-outs of Wizard of Oz characters.<\/p>\n

North Carolina flew a Confederate flag, later taken down. In “a small act of cultural sabotage,” Florida honors anti-Trump Tom Petty and Jimmy Buffett among its famous residents. A mostly empty Faith and Family pavilion adorned with an Israeli flag hosted an evangelical <\/a>pastor and drew two customers to “plunder hell and populate heaven\u201d; other evangelicals reportedly wander the empty grounds, offering exorcisms. An empty War Department (sic) booth exhibits a cardboard cutout of George Washington, a montage of Hegseth’s noble “war-fighters,” and camo vests for kids to try on, get hyped and emulate them.<\/p>\n

Overseeing it all stands a stubby, shabby plywood and vinyl mock-up <\/a>of Trump\u2019s $100 million \u201cArc de Trump,\u201d aka “Arc de Mentia,” “Epstein Memorial Arch,” “L’ Arc de D\u00f4mbfuqu\u00e9,” his “Triumph of the Will” vision of “democracy if it had a midlife crisis and bought a white tracksuit.” Many liken it to McDonald’s arches, Spinal Tap<\/em>‘s mini-Stonehenge,<\/em> or <\/em>Derek Zoolander’s<\/a> <\/em>Center for Kids Who Can’t Read Good and Wanna Learn to Do Other Stuff Good Too,” but the arch quickly began buckling <\/a>and melting in D.C.’s humidity. Some fair-goers in search of rare shade have still sought it out. Others argue it’d get more traffic as a urinal.<\/p>\n