Trump’s proposed triumphal arch is more than a monument; it’s a message. While critics shriek about “authoritarian symbolism” and scramble for fresh hashtags, he’s turning their outrage into free advertising for an unabashed celebration of American greatness. No bureaucratic half-measures, no timid plaques—an unmistakable landmark in the heart of Washington, standing shoulder to shoulder with Washington, Lincoln, and Jefferson.

That it’s privately funded only twists the knife. The same crowd that blew out the deficit under Biden can’t hide behind fiscal pearl-clutching, so they’re left with pure, unfiltered Trump Derangement Syndrome. And that’s the quiet genius: while they spiral over optics, Trump cements a legacy in stone and steel. Decades from now, when the tweets and tantrums are forgotten, visitors will still walk beneath that arch—a permanent, immovable reminder that he didn’t just outlast the Left. He outplayed them.