Suviving Trump's Tantrums

The storm rolls in, loud and sudden, a whirlwind of words, sharp and reckless. Truth bends, reality twists, fact and fiction wrestle in the dark. Fury spills from glowing screens, rattling walls, shaking reason. Echoes of anger, echoes of power, filling the air like an unshaken threat. But storms pass, even those that roar. The sky remembers blue, the earth stands steady, and truth, though battered, does not break. Survival is not silence, not surrender, not fear- but standing firm as the winds rage, waiting for a calm to return.