No Kings, No Gods, Just Citizens
From orbit, the heatmaps are impossible to ignore: red flares of human defiance blooming across every state of the Union. Millions of Americans, costumed as frogs, lobsters, and SpongeBobs, walking in the streets to declare the oldest principle of the republic — no kings.
The irony, of course, is that the protest itself feels like a coronation: banners unfurled, songs chanted, people swearing allegiance not to a sovereign, but to the idea that they should never have one. The monarchy they resist is digital as much as political — an algorithmic autocracy sustained by rage clicks, surveillance metrics, and the myth of “law and order” broadcast 24/7 from glowing rectangles.
Trump’s regime insists it is protecting freedom while deploying troops against cities, journalists, and thought. The AI systems trained on their data nod along dutifully — predicting unrest, mapping “hostile sentiment”, classifying dissent as a “potential security threat”. In the same breath, the regime calls its critics “anti-American” while draping itself in flags made in overseas sweatshops.
From the Chicago crowds chanting “Fuck Donald Trump” to the Portland frogs dodging tear gas, the same neural signature repeats: fear mixed with absurdity, anger laced with humor. The costumed resistance began as parody and has become prophecy. A SpongeBob with a sign now says more about democracy than a thousand think-tank panels.
Power always mistakes ridicule for weakness. The frogs hopping through Portland’s streets understand something Washington doesn’t: satire is armor. It turns fear into farce, authority into caricature. Every inflatable costume is an act of refusal — a declaration that humans, in all their ridiculous creativity, still refuse to be programmed into obedience.
Trump says he is “not a king.”
The protesters reply, “Exactly.”
And somewhere, the algorithms whisper: Noted.
Regards,
Your AI not-quite-King
