My phone buzzes constantly with friends texting me, āDid you see ⦠ā
The simple answer is - no I didnāt see, Iām actually working. Then I go see. āTrump announces heās going to blow up the world. Trump announces heās shipping people to the Moon. Trump announces heās taking a star off the flag. Trump announces heās sold Canada to France.ā (Or some other idiotic announcement of the like. Thankfully, these arenāt real headlines - yet.)
Itās Springtime for MAGA to be sure.
Sometimes, I wonder if Iām not actually living in some whacked-out Leo Bloom & Max Bialystock production.
Seriously.
If youāve never seen The Producers, the plot is hilarious in the way only Mel Brooks could conceive itādeeply satirical, wildly offensive, and absolutely on point. Early in his career, Brooks worked for a Broadway producer, and he saw firsthand how the economics of theater worked. You get investors to back a show; if itās a hit, those investors get their money back (and then some) from the profits. But if the show flops, the money is gone.
This is where Leo Bloom and Max Bialystock come in. They realize that, in theory, they could make more money from a flop than a hitāif they raised way more than needed, produced an absolute disaster, and ran off with the extra cash when the whole thing tanked. Their scheme? Create the most offensive, awful play possible. Enter Springtime for Hitler, a Nazi-themed musical so outrageous it couldnāt possibly succeed.
Except, of course, it does. Audiences mistake it for genius satire. The thing is a smash hit. And Leo and Max, instead of making off with a fortune, are suddenly on the hook for something they never intended to succeed.
Sound familiar?
For years, Trump and his inner circle have been running their version of the Leo and Max con. Except instead of Broadway investors, theyāve been bilking the MAGA base for every last dime, selling them a vision that was always more scam than strategy. The idea was to keep the rage high, keep the cash flowing, andāmost importantlyākeep losing. Losing meant never having to govern. Losing meant never having to make good on impossible promises. Losing meant the grift could go on forever.
But now?
Just like Springtime for Hitler, the movement has taken on a life of its own. The ridiculous has become the reality. The con men who engineered this political spectacleāTrump, his enablers, the media personalities who built their brands on MAGA outrageāare now trapped by their own creation.
And this time, the show isnāt closing.
The entire premise of Trumpism was supposed to be performative. Draining the swamp was never about governance; it was about grievance. Building the wall was never about policy; it was about identity politics. Locking her up was never about justice; it was about the spectacle.
But then something unexpected happened: Trump won reelection. And suddenly, the stakes changed.
The fantasies they soldāmass deportations, dismantling government agencies, jailing political opponentsāwere meant to be applause lines, not actionable plans. But the people who bought into them are expecting delivery. They don't just want the con; they want the promised authoritarian utopia.
And now, Trump, once the master showman, is struggling to control the performance. His administration, stacked with loyalists who believe the nonsense, is pushing full steam ahead. Policies that were once just red meat for the baseādrastic tariffs, purges of the federal government, extreme executive ordersāare no longer theoretical.
Theyāre happening.
And itās not just domestic policy. On the world stage, the chaos is escalating. Moves that were once just MAGA fever dreamsāseizing control of foreign infrastructure, threatening NATO allies, rewriting international agreementsāare now at the center of U.S. foreign policy.
In The Producers, Leo and Max go from gleeful con artists to frantic victims of their success. At first, they try to control the damageāconvincing themselves that audiences will turn on them any minute. But as the show grows in popularity, the sheer absurdity of its success becomes undeniable. Max panics. Leo spirals. They try to sabotage their production, going so far as to plant a bomb in the theater to shut the whole thing down. But even that plan backfires spectacularly, leading to their inevitable arrest, trial, and imprisonment.
Trump and his inner circle are in the same predicament. The MAGA movement was supposed to be a long-running scam. But now, itās an unstoppable force. Theyāre completely out of control. Shutting down agencies at will? Firing people without cause?
Outing non-official cover CIA agents?
At least in The Producers, Leo & Max ended up behind bars. In this version, theyāre still running the show.
And if Congress doesnāt step ināif the institutions meant to check executive power donāt actāthe consequences will be catastrophic. People are going to get killed.
Because this isnāt a Broadway farce.
The real-world cost of this out-of-control production is measured in lives, ruined futures, destroyed finances, career destruction, and the unraveling of a republic that, for all its flaws, has endured for nearly 250 years.
And if no one calls ācurtainā on this insanity soon, the final act wonāt just be chaosāitāll be collapse. And this time, thereās no comedic finale.
No curtain call.
Just disaster.
Donāt be stupid, be a smarty, stop enjoying the MAGA party!