Progressive Thinking

Donald Trump’s latest $230 million lawsuit against the Justice Department proves once again that no one loves the courtroom more than he does. What it would be like if the rest of us could sue him for the stress, sleepless nights, and emotional trauma his chaos has caused?

LAKE GENEVA, WI - If Donald Trump ever decides to start his own religion, it will be called Sueism, the sacred practice of suing anyone who annoys you. The man treats court filings like most people treat Facebook posts. He has sued journalists, comedians, political rivals, banks, states, cities, and even the people who used to work for him. He has turned the American legal system into his personal complaint department. Somewhere in Washington, a tree is weeping because it knows it is about to become the paper for Trump’s next lawsuit.

His legal calendar must look like a Sudoku puzzle, with hundreds of tiny boxes filled with the names of people who dared to tell the truth. The man does not have an army of lawyers. He is an army of lawyers. If they ever stop billing him, they will probably sue him for emotional distress.

And just when you think you have seen it all, along comes his latest tantrum: a $230 million claim against the U.S. Department of Justice. You heard that right. The man who treats subpoenas like junk mail is now demanding hundreds of millions of dollars from the Justice Department because he believes he is the real victim. It is beyond belief, a lawsuit so ridiculous it could only exist in Trump World, where up is down, losing is winning, and accountability is persecution.

Sometimes I wonder, half seriously, if regular Americans could turn the tables. What if we could file a class-action lawsuit against him? I am not talking about treason or hush money. I am talking about the daily mental anguish of living in a country where every morning starts with the question, “What did he do this time?” I would like to claim punitive damages for loss of sleep, high blood pressure, stress eating, and the years shaved off my life every time he opens his mouth.

And I am not talking about a measly $230 million either. That would not even begin to cover the collective damage. I am thinking more like a trillion-dollar settlement fund for national therapy. Every American who has had to endure this endless chaos deserves compensation for emotional trauma, ruined dinner conversations, and the permanent side effects of hearing “witch hunt” shouted on repeat. Honestly, I want damages for every brain cell I have lost trying to make sense of his word salads.

If there were any justice, we would all get hazard pay for enduring his presidency, or whatever we are calling this political circus reboot. I would settle for reimbursement for therapy sessions and the gallons of Pepto-Bismol it has taken to survive his “truths.” Forget infrastructure spending; let us build a legal bridge straight from our collective trauma to the courthouse steps.

Maybe someday, when this is all over, historians will look back and realize that Donald Trump did not just break political norms. He redefined what it means to weaponize the courts. Until then, I will keep my imaginary lawsuit filed under “wishful thinking” and my sanity filed under “pending.”

Read my latest Don’t Blink! blog post, “The Most Litigious Man in America,” and join me in demanding more than a measly $230 million in damages for what we have all endured.

Read it now at LauraKiefert.blog

Trump thinks yelling “America First” while nuking the global supply chain is somehow going to bring back the golden age of American manufacturing. That age is long gone.

LAKE GENEVA, WI - Today, Donald Trump stood at a podium, flapping his gums again about how everything is going to “boom.” The markets are going to boom. The economy is going to boom. The country? Oh, that’s going to boom too. And you know what? I actually agree with him—for once. Things are going to boom. Just not in the way he wants you to think.

I’m talking about the kind of boom that leaves a smoking crater where your savings used to be. The kind of boom that knocks you off your feet and leaves your ears ringing while you try to figure out what the hell just happened. The kind of boom where, when the dust settles, we’re all stuck sweeping up the shattered pieces of our bank accounts and wondering how we got conned into this mess. That’s the “boom” we’re in for.

What kicked it off? Trump’s bright idea to slap a 10% tariff on all imports, with even higher rates on countries like China, Mexico, and our European allies. You know, the people we actually rely on for trade. The very next thing that happened? The stock market tanked. Over 1,600 points dropped from the Dow like it got pushed off a cliff. That’s not booming—it’s detonating.

Tariffs are taxes. That’s Econ 101. But Trump either doesn’t know that or just doesn’t care. He thinks yelling “America First” while nuking the global supply chain is somehow going to bring back the golden age of American manufacturing. Meanwhile, the rest of us are stuck watching prices climb on everything from groceries to gadgets.

Experts are already warning that the average American household could see prices jump by nearly $4,000 a year. And when you factor in inflation creeping back up and potential job losses in industries that rely on imported goods? Buckle up. This isn’t just an economic misstep—it’s a full-scale policy explosion.

International response? You guessed it. Countries around the world are preparing to hit us right back. Trade wars don’t just pop up overnight, but Trump’s reckless, chest-thumping bravado is lighting the fuse. And guess who’s standing closest when it goes off? Yep. We are.

This isn’t leadership. It’s sabotage dressed up as strength. And Trump, with his gold-plated ego and zero grasp of economic reality, is grinning through it all like he just made a brilliant move on a game board he doesn’t even understand.

So yes, Donald. We’re going to boom. Like a bomb in the living room. Like an engine blowing out at 80 miles per hour. Like the bad decision it is.

And we’ll be the ones left crawling out of the rubble.

Summary:
Donald Trump says the economy is going to “boom”—and for once, he’s not wrong. But this isn’t the boom of prosperity he’s promising. It’s the kind of boom that leaves everyday Americans buried under debt, inflation, and economic wreckage. In this scathing opinion piece, Laura Kiefert dismantles Trump’s reckless tariff plan, exposing the real cost of his clueless economic bravado: soaring prices, crashing markets, and a trade war we can't afford. If this is his version of winning, we’re all screwed.