He was only a voice in the dark, but his words hit like a siren we chose to mute.
You remember the static, the warmth of the living room, and a man calmly outlining a future you were sure could never happen here.
Little by little, his “what if” became our “right now.” The jokes aged badly. The warnings aged too well. And as headlines blur into noise and conviction turns into content, you’re left with a sickening suspicion: the real danger was never that he was wro… Continues…
