Cake eaters are plentiful in the White House. Today was an exceptional display of the sheer audacity of how out of touch they are with real people. Howard Lutnick spoke during a Cabinet Meeting about how he had people coming up to him at dinner telling him that they wanted to buy $5 million golden visas.

I am truly astounded with the chutzpa of these people. It’s both exhausting and disgusting.

Listen to Marie and Howard above.

Good morning friends.

I’ve got one burning question clawing at my brain: WHY? Why the hell is that orange buffoon shoving these Trump tariffs down our throats?

I mean, what’s the point? I’d wager my last dollar that bloated conman’s just itching to skim some of that sweet tariff cash for himself—probably dreaming of forcing foreign leaders to crash at his flea-infested hotels, buy his laughable meme coins (what even are those, Don?), or let his dimwit sons plop another gaudy Trump Tower in some unsuspecting country. Classic grift, right out of his greasy playbook.

Look, it’s not like America’s strapped for cash—I can practically hear the printing presses whirring, and debt? Pfft, we’ve got that in spades. We’re not at war, desperately scrambling to fund a defense against invading hordes. There’s no shiny infrastructure plan—no schools, no airports, no roads, nothing to pretend he gives a damn about the little guy. And don’t get me started on taxes—poor folks, seniors, vets, teachers, first responders? Still screwed, no relief in sight.

So why now? Why’s this spray-tanned tyrant hellbent on jacking up prices for us and kicking poorer countries while they’re down? I haven’t heard one decent excuse that doesn’t boil down to him strutting around like some dictator-wannabe, cackling as he makes everyone else miserable just to prove he’s the big dog. Pathetic.

I’d bet you a coffee—or hell, a beer—that deep in that shriveled husk he calls a heart, he thinks he deserves a cut of this tariff haul.

He’ll strong-arm some foreign schmuck into booking a moldy suite at Mar-a-Lago, casually drop, “Hey, buy my shitty meme coins, pal,” and then nudge Don Jr. or Eric—those walking haircuts—to sweet-talk a dictator into bankrolling a tacky gold-plated tower somewhere.

Trust me, this ain’t about you, me, or dear old Grandma. This is the Trump grift to end all grifts, and that greedy clown’s licking his chops to cash in.

What do you think?

DBW

Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s only the largest tax increase in the history of the world. Be happy.

Listen to the deep dive conversation on Trump and Musk’s plan to cut social security above. This is serious and will effect everyone collecting social security.

And, as always, please share with your family and friends and contact me if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions.

David B. Wheeler

david@americanmuckrakers.com

312 213 6001

Conspiracy theories? Not my thing. But connecting dots? That’s what I do.

I’m not claiming to be a genius, but my BS detector is in overdrive right now.

Let’s rewind.

Remember when Trump’s ear was supposedly shot off on July 13, 2024, in Butler, PA?

At the time, polling was deadlocked between Trump and Biden. Trump needed a game-changer. Then, like magic, an assassination attempt happens—right on cue. Convenient, huh?

Trump got a brief sympathy bump in the polls, but the race stayed tied. So… not the political reset he was hoping for.

On to Plan B.

Enter Elon Musk.

He launches America PAC, drops $280 million into key swing states, and engineers chaos to tip the scales. The strategy? Lies, disinformation, and relentless attacks on Harris and Walz. And guess what? It works.

Musk had plenty of personal motivation, too. If Harris won, he’d be drowning in investigations, lawsuits, and criminal probes. He wasn’t just fighting for Trump—he was fighting for his own survival.

Fast forward to today.

Musk’s Tesla stock is crashing. He’s running around D.C., stirring up chaos for Trump. Then, Trump does a cringe-worthy Tesla infomercial at the White House—and the stock keeps dropping. Plan B flops.

So here comes Plan C.

Suddenly, Tesla dealerships are under attack. Allegedly by Antifa. Teslas torched, spray-painted with "NAZI" and "FASCIST" graffiti. No arrests. No major investigations. No actual suspects. Just burning Teslas.

Coincidence? Or another conveniently timed distraction?

What’s next?

Musk’s not going back to work. He’s too busy playing political chaos agent, basking in the attention of his new daddy, DonOLD.

So here’s my prediction: Instead of doing the hard work of actually selling cars, Elon will hatch Plan C—and it’ll be big.

It’ll be dramatic. It’ll involve the White House—whether we know it or not. He’ll manufacture a crisis to benefit himself and Tesla shares.

The real question: Will it work?

While I’m not a violence prone person, this does give me a small amount of satisfaction. Happy Sunday!

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