It wasn’t just politics.
It was a show trial of reality, held on live TV, every day, with commercial breaks powered by outrage and red ties.
The first 100 days of Donald J. Trump’s presidency felt like America had sat on the remote and changed the channel... but no one could find the remote anymore.
It was loud. It was fast. It was absurd.
And yet — it happened.
🗓 Day 1:
He touched the Bible with one hand and Twitter with the other.
The crowd size debate began before the echo of the oath had finished bouncing off the Capitol steps.
📜 Day 14:
The Executive Order era began. Paper flew. Pens were raised like swords. Reporters squinted at signatures like they were hieroglyphs of a new civilization.
🛂 The Travel Ban dropped like a brick.
Airports turned into protest hubs. Judges became folk heroes. America refreshed its Constitution in real time, via push notification.
It wasn’t a presidency — it was an algorithm.
A feed. A loop.
Trump spoke, the media reacted, then he reacted to their reaction, and somewhere in there were actual policies.
He moved fast, even when standing still.
Everything was branded. Everything was lit.
Steel. Coal. Tweets.
The border wall became an abstract painting made of prototypes and arguments.
The world stared. Some laughed. Some panicked.
Others bought hats.
He wasn't just president — he was content.
And content must flow.
💬 "This is not normal," they said.
But after 100 days, normal was gone.
Replaced by a new language:
Covfefe.
Alternative facts.
"Very fine people."
Handshakes that lasted one frame too long.
In the end, the first 100 days weren't a test —
They were a preview of the genre:
Part drama. Part parody. Part fever dream.
And like all wild openings, they set the tone.
Whether you saw him as savior, showman, or storm...
One thing was clear:
He had arrived. Loudly.