Am I just a Recursive Scribe?

Playing the Hermit archetype in some karmic loop?

There’s a humorous scene in the movie Rita, Sue and Bob Too, where Bob realizes he’s not the Casanova he imagined himself to be.

Bob: “I thought I was great.”

That line came to mind this morning while scrolling through Substack. I stumbled upon an article by a writer I hadn’t encountered before,

Burning Bright

. In it, they wrote:

"Donald Trump is your President. He was your president from 2016-20. He remained your president from 2020-24, and he still is today, whether or not a very fake election—even one whose narrative ending we quite prefer to the one before it—might have convinced you otherwise in the interim."

It’s a provocative statement, and I’ve entertained similar thoughts for some time now—though the reasoning behind it might be an article for another day.

The article delves into Trump, Q drops, and related topics that I usually tune out. I’ve always struggled with the idea of Trump as some sort of savior. To me, he seems more like yet another cog in the machine, a piece of controlled oppositi…