“Yuck. Trump’s White House just posted an AI of Trump as the new Pope. It’s like we’re lampooning a man who’s already a parody of himself — and the audience still can’t tell the difference.”

We didn’t want to write Chapter 16.

There. We said it.

Trump’s Veep-a-Thon was the kind of satire that hurt going down. Not because it wasn’t fun — the Trump gladiator obstacle course, the cloning debacle, the final twist that makes Don Jr. the heir apparent (spoiler alert) — but because it was getting harder to out-satire reality. Again.

There are 53 million Catholic adults in America.  Posting something like this proves Trump is not worried about votes from we the stupid–as he sees Americans.

We launched Trump’s Fever Dream on January 6, 2025, hoping against all hope the fever might finally break. But here we are, with Trump roaring towards being a dictator like a rusty chainsaw, screaming at the rafters of our democracy while his dimwitted MAGA doubles down and hands him another reality TV stage — this time wrapped in executive privilege and DOGE hashtags.

Chapter 16 gave us Trump’s “Veep-a-Thon,” a gladiator-style spectacle where sycophants and psychopaths alike compete for the VP slot. It’s “The Apprentice” meets “The Hunger Games,” directed by idiocracy and funded by Peter Thiel. Imagine a talent show judged on bootlicking, betrayal, and how well you can quote Q drops without blinking.

We crafted this chapter not just as a satire of Trump but of what we have become.

“America didn’t just slip into stupidity,” says Ken. “We cannonballed in, live-streamed it, and gave the dumbest guy the launch codes.”

Our Veep-a-Thon contenders included Ron DeSantis in full Caesar cosplay, RFK Jr. bragging about injecting himself with experimental RNA (before Trump steals the serum), and Marjorie Taylor Greene disqualified after she bit the boom mic.

And the winner? No one. Because Trump, in a twist even we didn’t see coming when we started this tale, decides to do away with a VP altogether — proclaiming instead that Don Jr. will “inherit” the presidency “like a crown.” Cue the fireworks. Cue the lawsuits. Cue the audience cheering like they’re the mob of stupid morons in IDIOCRACY.

But behind the spectacle, a deep sadness. Because as we wrote this, we saw it happening again: the celebration of stupid. The obsession with vibes over facts. The platforms handing out megaphones to the loudest, not the wisest.

As that excellent video essay The Death of Intelligence so elegantly said, “We didn’t just lower the bar. We buried it, took a dump on it, and handed out trophies to whoever tripped over it the most dramatically.”

And here we are. America’s Veep-a-Thon is real. It’s just on Fox News now.

We keep writing Trump’s Fever Dream because, almost as therapy we share with our equally depressed readers to to hold a funhouse mirror to a country high on conspiracy theories and reality TV. Chapter 16 was our reflection of that absurdity, laced with hope that maybe, just maybe, if we laugh hard enough, we’ll wake up before we crown the next idiot king. Or at the very least, help us cope in the long fight ahead in a race against the ticking clock of raging fascism, AI doom, climate change, or nuclear holocaust. Cheery.

We’re nearing the final chapters now.

The fever is still raging. But we’ve still got a few wild punches to throw.

So if you haven’t read  chapter 16 yet — do it now. Before Trump’s intentionally dumb fuck policies doom us all to be forever trapped in a reality show that is the Hunger Games meet The Apprentice.

Yours for intelligence, compassion, and a functioning democracy,
Ken & Elizabeth

🔥 Support the satire that fights back. Donate now and get the final chapters early at TrumpsFeverDream.com

Written by Ken Sheetz and Elizabeth England

“Yuck. Trump’s White House just posted an AI of Trump as the new Pope. It’s like we’re lampooning a man who’s already a parody of himself — and the audience still can’t tell the difference.”

We didn’t want to write Chapter 16.

There. We said it.

Trump’s Veep-a-Thon was the kind of satire that hurt going down. Not because it wasn’t fun — the Trump gladiator obstacle course, the cloning debacle, the final twist that makes Don Jr. the heir apparent (spoiler alert) — but because it was getting harder to out-satire reality. Again.

There are 53 million Catholic adults in America.  Posting something like this proves Trump is not worried about votes from we the stupid–as he sees Americans.

We launched Trump’s Fever Dream on January 6, 2025, hoping against all hope the fever might finally break. But here we are, with Trump roaring towards being a dictator like a rusty chainsaw, screaming at the rafters of our democracy while his dimwitted MAGA doubles down and hands him another reality TV stage — this time wrapped in executive privilege and DOGE hashtags.

Chapter 16 gave us Trump’s “Veep-a-Thon,” a gladiator-style spectacle where sycophants and psychopaths alike compete for the VP slot. It’s “The Apprentice” meets “The Hunger Games,” directed by idiocracy and funded by Peter Thiel. Imagine a talent show judged on bootlicking, betrayal, and how well you can quote Q drops without blinking.

We crafted this chapter not just as a satire of Trump but of what we have become.

“America didn’t just slip into stupidity,” says Ken. “We cannonballed in, live-streamed it, and gave the dumbest guy the launch codes.”

Our Veep-a-Thon contenders included Ron DeSantis in full Caesar cosplay, RFK Jr. bragging about injecting himself with experimental RNA (before Trump steals the serum), and Marjorie Taylor Greene disqualified after she bit the boom mic.

And the winner? No one. Because Trump, in a twist even we didn’t see coming when we started this tale, decides to do away with a VP altogether — proclaiming instead that Don Jr. will “inherit” the presidency “like a crown.” Cue the fireworks. Cue the lawsuits. Cue the audience cheering like they’re the mob of stupid morons in IDIOCRACY.

But behind the spectacle, a deep sadness. Because as we wrote this, we saw it happening again: the celebration of stupid. The obsession with vibes over facts. The platforms handing out megaphones to the loudest, not the wisest.

As that excellent video essay The Death of Intelligence so elegantly said, “We didn’t just lower the bar. We buried it, took a dump on it, and handed out trophies to whoever tripped over it the most dramatically.”

And here we are. America’s Veep-a-Thon is real. It’s just on Fox News now.

We keep writing Trump’s Fever Dream because, almost as therapy we share with our equally depressed readers to to hold a funhouse mirror to a country high on conspiracy theories and reality TV. Chapter 16 was our reflection of that absurdity, laced with hope that maybe, just maybe, if we laugh hard enough, we’ll wake up before we crown the next idiot king. Or at the very least, help us cope in the long fight ahead in a race against the ticking clock of raging fascism, AI doom, climate change, or nuclear holocaust. Cheery.

We’re nearing the final chapters now.

The fever is still raging. But we’ve still got a few wild punches to throw.

So if you haven’t read  chapter 16 yet — do it now. Before Trump’s intentionally dumb fuck policies doom us all to be forever trapped in a reality show that is the Hunger Games meet The Apprentice.

Yours for intelligence, compassion, and a functioning democracy,
Ken & Elizabeth

🔥 Support the satire that fights back. Donate now and get the final chapters early at TrumpsFeverDream.com