The Cult of the Perpetual Win
They say he wins. And so he must be winning. No metric. No milestone. No material proof. Just the ritual of repetition.
Like a televised resurrection: — the coffin opened, — the flag waved, — the market dipped, — the crowd roared.
You don’t measure victory in outcomes anymore. You measure it in volume.
The people cheer their own erasure. Because the algorithm told them it’s patriotic.
He doesn’t win because he wins. He wins because the loss is redistributed. To you.















