American Leviathan: Trump Says Americans Like A Dictator

The Founders of America warned against monarchy; Trump wraps himself in the flag only to choke it. He calls opponents “animals,” smears governors as “sick,” and uses executive power like a cudgel. Billions are wasted on parades, militarized streets, and his vanity, while schools, hospitals, and infrastructure starve. And still, crowds cheer — hypnotized serfs mistaking tyranny for strength.

advtanmoy 26/08/2025 3 minutes read

Trump’s remarks and sweeping executive orders raise alarms about the rise of authoritarian rule in the United States.

Who are these people in America who cradle liberty with one hand and with the other reach out in adoration of a man who flaunts his contempt for democracy? Donald Trump — a man who once tried to overturn an election, who swore he would be a “dictator on day one,” now sits in the Oval Office, smiling at the word as though it were a laurel crown. He mutters that “Americans like a dictator,” and in that cynical sneer the Leviathan raises its head — not born in some faraway tyranny, but nursed on American soil itself, the very ground once sanctified by the promise of freedom.

This latest pageant of his power was grotesque: an 80-minute ramble in the White House where he gloated over deploying troops in the capital, mocked governors who resisted him, and signed executive orders that trample the First Constitutional Amendment with iron boots. To jail flag-burners, to criminalize dissent, to choke the throat of liberty — and all the while, he boasts of “common sense.” Like Nero fiddling as Rome burned, he pontificates about “Chinese carp” leaping from lakes while cities bleed, infrastructure rots, schools wither, and hospitals suffocate. Billions for parades, ballrooms, and military patrols, but crumbs — if anything — for the citizenry he claims to protect.

This is not conservatism; this is Caesarism draped in red, white, and blue bunting. He deploys the National Guard against governors’ wishes, turns the Pentagon into his private Praetorian Guard, and dreams aloud of renaming the Department of Defense back to the Department of War, as if to seal his fantasies with martial nostalgia. His rhetoric is a toxic cocktail of wounded vanity and authoritarian itch: every critic is “sick,” every opponent an “animal,” every city that resists his encroachment a target for occupation.

And yet, millions cheer. Some call it patriotism, but it is servility in patriotic garb. They clap as he saws away at the pillars of their Republic, hypnotized by the gaudy spectacle of strongman theater. They are complicit in the metamorphosis of the American presidency into a gilded throne, in the transfiguration of liberty into obedience.

Wake up, America. This is not the vision of the Founders; it is a grotesque parody of it. No kings in America — that was the creed. No tyrants in America — that was the oath. But now, Trump, intoxicated by his own delusion, struts as if crowned by divine right, his ambitions buttressed by billionaires, his fantasies whispered back to him by Musk’s money and Putin’s smirk.

China will rejoice at the reckoning of American voters who, beguiled by Trump and enthroned a would-be dictator. Now, after meeting him, Putin seems assured that the American president is a man haunted — and perhaps guided — by the ghost of a brainless Hitler.

And in his shadow flickers the ghost of a brainless Hitler, pacing the Oval Office carpet, whispering to a nation that has forgotten its own warnings.