MAGA is a performance. It always has been. Trump’s rally optics, red hat branding, and conspiratorial winks aren’t fringe—they’re the fuel.

But now the theater’s running long, and the audience is burning the set.

The Epstein fallout proves it: when truth bumps into narrative, truth gets booed. Trump told them the files were boring. They wanted fireworks. And when they didn’t get them, they torched the symbol instead.

This isn’t politics. It’s spectacle addiction. And it’s unraveling on cue.