Trump Fatigue is real.

The relentless pace of executive orders, the chaos-by-design communications strategy, the whiplash of contradictions, firings, legal fights, and power plays — it’s a nonstop barrage. I wake up and brace for whatever fresh disruption the day will bring, not from Congress, not through careful deliberation, but by executive fiat.

This isn’t governance. It’s rule by spectacle, with policy churned out like social media content: quick, provocative, and aimed more at owning headlines than solving problems. The traditional gears of democracy — debate, compromise, legislative process — are being sidestepped, dismissed as too slow or too weak.

It’s not just the policies (though those are alarming enough). It’s the velocity. The endless breaking news alerts. The constant tension. The feeling that no institution is safe from becoming the next political target. That exhaustion is the point — wear us down, keep us disoriented, make the outrageous feel routine.

And here we are, mid-April. Just ten weeks in. What will the coming months look like if this is the opening act?

I’m tired. But I’m also paying attention. Because that’s the only antidote to the fatigue — to witness, call out, and resist the normalization of chaos.

We’re going to need endurance to prevent from being screwed.

-- Steve