I remember when Republicans used to argue with Trump.

Not anymore.

Now they chant. Applaud. Copy. They repeat whatever he says, even when they know it’s false—especially when they know it’s false. Because in this version of power, obedience isn’t embarrassing. It’s the whole point.

The GOP isn’t a political party anymore. It’s a branding arm. A funnel. A reflection pool.

And don’t believe for a second that they’re just afraid of him. They want what he has—immunity from consequence, adoration without scrutiny, a movement that punishes doubt.

This is no longer Trumpism. It’s American caesarism. And the party didn’t get hijacked. It bent the knee.