There is joy in MAGAville right now.

They’re arrogantly reveling in a euphoric moment they’ve been lustfully coveting for the past four years: their mobster messiah has risen from the dead, his glorious second coming imminent, his anti-woke American kingdom come.

And in their emotionally-intoxicated state they’re puffing out their chests on social media, brazenly posturing on street corners, toasting to their oppressed white victory with Solo cups filled with liberal tears. They’re wildly dancing to Kid Rock on the grave of Kamala Harris and Democrats.

But their strident victory celebrations will be short-lived.

Soon, and very soon, they’re going to feel the crushing weight of objective reality come smashing down upon their red hats, as the truth that cannot be covered over by Fox News fictions or GOP spin doctors becomes terrifyingly clear: they have lost, too.

As they finally take the thirty seconds they should have months ago to do a Google search and see exactly what a tariff is and how it will impact their manufacturing jobs, their take home pay, and their cost of living here—they’ll have the sudden gut punch of buyer’s remorse.

Watching brown-skinned farm laborers violently rounded up and driven out of the country, they will be met with the brutal economic cause-and-effect of this on grocery store prices and inflation, that they couldn’t see in the midst of their nationalistic, white-power fever dreams.

When their nieces and wives are bleeding out in hospital emergency rooms because their doctors have their trained hands tied backs by their state legislature, they’ll reckon with the reality that health emergencies and anti-women legislation are nonpartisan in the threat they pose. And as they feel the rush of helpless bedside panic, their spray-tanned savior will be nowhere to be found.

As Project 2025 quickly transforms from a laughable Leftist myth into the sobering true horror story of a life without access to education, no public health protections for their families, and an economic quicksand they will be unable to extricate themselves from—they’ll ask why no one warned them.

When Trump supporters come to grips with the fact that he doesn’t give a damn about them, they may finally understand something their tribalism could never allow them to see: we Liberals were fighting for them all along.

We’ve haven’t just been incessantly battling him for our families but for theirs, too.
We’ve been trying to secure affordable healthcare for red voters as well as blue voters, knowing illness and injury don’t acknowledge party lines.
We have been working for public school funding and environment protections and women’s autonomy and fewer assault weapons, because these things improve the human experience of conservatives, as well as progressives.

This has been true for the past eight years in matters of the law and human right and civil rights: we have been opposing him on behalf of them, as much as ourselves.

The election results, while a cheap and easy high to red voters in the moment, will prove to be a mirage that gives way to a grim reality that no rally speech can distract them from.

And maybe, just maybe, in the coming weeks and months when there is no Democratic president or congress to lazily blame for the fact that they can’t pay their mortgage, afford their medical bills, sustain their business, or provide for their children, they might actually be ready to stand alongside us and defeat the real enemy within.

Here’s hoping when that times comes, it won’t be too late.

MAGAs have lost, too. They just don’t know it yet.