Trump swore to defend it. Instead, he cheats it like his golf game, hugs the flag for the cameras, and pretends no one saw him move the ball.
Donald Trump swore to “preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States.” But Trump treats that oath the same way he treats a golf scorecard at Mar-a-Lago: something to be doctored, rewritten, or flat-out cheated on. He lives by “preferred lies,” and he has imported that same habit into governing. He picks up the Constitution, moves it around, and pretends it never landed in the rough in the first place.
Birthright citizenship? The Fourteenth Amendment makes it clear as day, but Trump does not like where the ball landed. So he picks it up, drops it somewhere else, and calls it constitutional. Equal protection under the law? Too messy; he kicks it out of the bunker and declares victory. Freedom of the press? If NPR or PBS report the truth, he marks the ball, palms it, and tosses it into the pond. Then he waves to the crowd and says, “Hole in one!”
And the flag. Oh, the theatrics. He hugs it, kisses it, and paws it on stage like a prop from central casting. But when citizens burn that same flag in protest, a right the Supreme Court has protected for decades, he signs an executive order banning it. He will defend the fabric while burning the freedom. He does not love the flag; he loves the photo op.
But here is the question that should haunt us: why is no one stopping him? Congress has no problem sermonizing about the Constitution on C-SPAN, waving their pocket copies like hymnals. Yet when Trump bulldozes the First or Fourteenth Amendments in plain sight, they fall silent. The courts wag fingers, Trump keeps swinging, and the so-called guardians of liberty become his golf buddies, pretending not to notice while he kicks the ball out of the sand trap.
And let us not forget the company he kept. This is the same man who once joked that Jeffrey Epstein “liked them young.” The same man photographed alongside a predator he later pretended he barely knew. Yet here he is, dictating morality, policing women’s bodies, and signing orders on who counts as a “real” American. Spare us the lectures. When you have partied with Epstein, you do not get to be America’s moral compass. You forfeited that right the moment you stepped off his plane.
Now, unbelievably, we are entering the “10th Anniversary of TDS,” Trump Derangement Syndrome. His supporters sneer at critics, insisting anyone who calls out his behavior is “deranged.” But maybe the true derangement is worshipping a man who cheats at golf, hugs the flag while banning protest, and pals around with sex offenders while calling himself a defender of children. That is not patriotism; it is delusion, weaponized.
The oath of office is not a tee time. You do not get mulligans on civil rights. You do not get a free drop on due process. You do not get to rewrite the First Amendment just because it landed in the rough. Yet Trump has built an entire presidency on “preferred lies,” while the referees, the courts, Congress, and the supposed checks and balances, keep pretending they do not see him moving the ball.
History will not remember the rallies, the chants, or the “TDS” punchlines. It will remember the hypocrisy. It will remember the Epstein photographs. It will remember a president who promised to defend the Constitution but instead treated it like his golf game: cheated, rewritten, and rigged from the start.
And when the scorecard is read, Trump will not go down as the man who defended the Constitution. He will go down as the man who hugged the flag while setting the Bill of Rights on fire, Epstein in the background, matches in hand, and his supporters still insisting it was all “par for the course.”
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