Alright, let’s talk about this. Trump is out here *losing his mind* over Taylor Swift, like he’s running against *her* instead of Kamala Harris. He’s literally posting on social media, “I HATE TAYLOR SWIFT!”—*on the internet*, like a teenager who got dumped before prom. But here’s the thing—Taylor? *She’s never even said his name*. Not once. Not in public. Ever. She’s out here playing stadiums, breaking records, and doesn’t even *acknowledge* him. Trump’s having a full-blown tantrum, and she’s out here like, “Who?”
Think about how *powerful* that is. He’s a former president, still commanding headlines, and she’s like, “I’m too busy to deal with your nonsense.” The guy is so wrapped up in this one-sided beef that he’s basically running a campaign against her. Meanwhile, she’s out here, topping charts, sipping tea, and doesn’t even care. She’s so *above* it that she doesn’t even need to mention his name. You know how much it must eat him alive that Taylor Swift, the biggest pop star on the planet, hasn’t even given him the satisfaction of uttering his name in public?
It’s like Trump’s screaming into the void, “Look at me! Pay attention to me!” and Taylor’s just like, “Nah, I’m good.” That’s a *power move*. This guy was the leader of the free world, and she’s just brushing him off without lifting a finger.
Trump’s talking about Taylor Swift more than his actual opponent. Kamala Harris is out there like, “Uh, hello? I’m the one running against you?” And Trump’s too busy trying to figure out why Taylor Swift won’t acknowledge him. Spoiler alert: because she doesn’t have to!
