Ah, the Democrats—a party so consumed with their own righteousness, so convinced of their moral and intellectual superiority, that they forgot one fundamental truth: power is not about being virtuous; it’s about being victorious. In their quest to paint Trump as the ultimate villain, the Democrats became the very caricature they sought to destroy. Out of touch, outlandish, and reeking of desperation, they lost to a man who didn’t so much win the presidency as they handed it to him on a silver platter.

Let’s not mince words: Donald Trump was his own worst enemy. Erratic, divisive, and incapable of staying on message, his presidency was a circus act, a train wreck in slow motion. His victory wasn’t a masterstroke of political genius—it was a miracle of the Democrats’ own making. Trump’s weaknesses were glaring, his flaws impossible to ignore. The Democrats didn’t lose to a Machiavellian mastermind; they lost to a man who couldn’t string two coherent sentences together without contradicting himself.

And why? Because the Democrats, in their ivory towers of self-assuredness, failed to understand the battlefield they were on. Power isn’t a charity case; it isn’t a handout. It’s a hand up, a strategic move to lift others closer to your level while ensuring you hold the reins that keep them there. Instead of wielding power with precision and purpose, the Democrats fumbled it like amateurs. They were so obsessed with being the “adults in the room” that they forgot how to fight.

They accused Trump of being out of touch, but let’s talk about out of touch. They paraded candidates and policies that felt like they were crafted in a think tank a thousand miles away from the real lives of working Americans. They mocked his bombastic rallies but offered no counter-narrative that resonated with the frustration and anger brewing across the nation. They dismissed entire regions of the country as irredeemable, all while wondering why those same voters turned their backs on them.

And then there was the spectacle—the performative outrage, the grandstanding, the endless parade of celebrities telling middle America what to think. They tried to paint themselves as the steady hand of democracy, but it all reeked of desperation. Every attack on Trump, every sanctimonious lecture, every overwrought tweet only served to reinforce the perception that they were as outlandish and disconnected as the man they were trying to unseat.

Outlandish? Let’s talk about the theatrics. They accused Trump of being chaotic, yet they became the chaos party—squabbling among themselves, tearing each other down in purity tests, and alienating voters with their own brand of out-of-touch elitism. They mocked his shamelessness, yet their own outrage felt calculated and hollow, a transparent attempt to score political points rather than address the real issues at hand.

And what did all this accomplish? A lot of noise, a lot of finger-pointing, and very little progress. Trump, for all his bluster, tapped into something real—something raw and visceral. He spoke to the anger, the frustration, and the alienation of millions of Americans. The Democrats, meanwhile, offered lectures and platitudes. They didn’t just fail to connect; they failed to even try.

Desperation isn’t power; it’s a stench, and the Democrats wore it like a cheap suit. They didn’t just lose to Trump—they ceded the narrative to him, allowing him to define them as the very thing they claimed to oppose. Out of touch. Outlandish. And yes, weird. While they were busy pointing out his every flaw, they failed to see their own reflection.

This wasn’t a loss because Trump was a great politician; it was a loss because the Democrats forgot how to win. They forgot that power isn’t about being right; it’s about being relentless. It’s about understanding the fears and frustrations of the people you claim to serve and wielding that understanding like a weapon.

Until they learn that lesson—until they learn how to wield power instead of just admiring it—they will keep losing to men like Trump. Men who, for all their faults, at least understand that the rules of the game are written by the winners, not the virtuous. Power isn’t handed out; it’s taken. And the Democrats? They left it on the table.