Loser government employees clinging to sinecures, liberal arts graduates lost in abstractions, must learn hardship. Pain becomes necessary, a Nietzschean pruning of the weak branches. The proletariat, sturdy and resilient like Plato's guardians, regain their rightful place as factories return home. Jobs reshored restore dignity to men whose hands build tangible things.

The rich too face judgment. Excess is stripped away. Wealth redistributed, justice restored by harsh necessity. Trump embodies chaos, a Machiavellian prince, an agent necessary to balance the force of a nation sliding inexorably into decadence. He understands the Schumpeterian cycle of destruction and renewal better than most. The national debt shrinks beneath the weight of his tariffs, a cruel medicine curing a diseased economy.

Dead weight is shed, and everyone sees it plainly. The path forward is painful but clear. Trump brings the storm because after storms come clarity, and with clarity, virtue returns. Destruction wreaks havoc. Cities crumble, old institutions collapse, and the comfortable certainties vanish overnight. Yet from the ashes rises a new beginning, fresh and uncorrupted. Hope blooms amid the ruins. A better world emerges, forged in pain but strong, resilient, and ready to face the future with courage and honor. Trump knew this truth, harsh yet necessary: destruction is not the end, but the vital, cleansing prelude to rebirth.

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