Washington, June 2025 – It was a hot Friday night when the President of the United States once again launched himself into battle against phantoms. Not against the nuclear-armed reality of the Israel-Iran war, not against the economic implosion of the American middle class – but against what he has called his personal Bermuda Triangle for five years: the 2020 election. “The election was a TOTAL FRAUD!” Donald Trump thundered on Truth Social, his virtual throne room, theatrically demanding the appointment of a special prosecutor. The evidence? “MASSIVE and OVERWHELMING.” The names of the informants? Presumably the same ones who last time whispered from refrigerators, ballot boxes, and television screens. We know them – the oracles of the MAGA realm.
Meanwhile, Trump instructed his cabinet to launch investigations into Joe Biden – over alleged “cognitive masking” by his advisers. It was a “national emergency,” said Trump, while Pam Bondi, his loyally devoted attorney general with the perpetual smile of a Miss America contestant, adjusted her glasses and responded to press questions with a wordless pout. Would she actually appoint a special prosecutor? Possible. But only, an anonymous official hinted, if that person had “already been confirmed by the Senate” – which in Trump’s Washington is about as likely as snow falling on Capitol Hill in August. Meanwhile, the public was reminded of Jack Smith, that principled investigator with glasses and integrity, whom Trump once removed from the game with a legal sleight of hand – aided by those very lawyers who now control the Justice Department or have already been nominated for judgeships.
And so the carousel keeps spinning. The President – a man who no longer governs, but governs what is allowed to be real. The institutions, hollowed out into props. And a nation left to watch as a claim becomes a decree, a lie becomes law, and remembering becomes a state crime. Perhaps America no longer needs a special prosecutor. But an exorcist.
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