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Trump Declares Himself Savior and Says ‘He the Only Person in America’ Who Can Take on Big Tech

Cancel culture doesn't exist. If it did, we wouldn't have to listen to this assh*le anymore.

For the second day in a row, Donald Trump has been watching stocks in the company connected to his new social network take a dive. So on Tuesday, he decided to issue a statement, and what a claim it was.

He’s already heralded the new site as a bulwark against “Big Tech censorship,” which is what Republicans call it when they get busted being douchebags on the internet. But Truth Social, as the network is called, is apparently intended to save America.

And what does she need saving from? “Cancel culture,” for one, which Trump called “un-American.” That’s a thing that happens when you break the rules so many times on a website that you get kicked off. Nobody’s actually canceled, though. Otherwise, I’d have no statement to be reporting on right now. Trump would have no platform from which to deliver his increasingly insane diatribes.

The former president, who has failed at literally everything he’s ever tried, isn’t doing any better this time. We reported yesterday that he had even stolen the code that his site was built on and was forced to take it down. But he feels like the challenge remains to create a site where the kind of freedom of speech he envisions — that is to say, freedom from consequences, unless he doesn’t like you — can thrive:

It’s a tremendously difficult set of challenges—and I realized I might be the only person in America with the megaphone, the resources, the experience, and the desire to make it all happen.

It is supremely ironic that he actually says he has a “megaphone” while simultaneously saying he’s being “canceled.” Maybe even more ironic is that he’s touting all of his resources, when we know that guy’s basically broke at this point, and it was shares in THIS PROJECT dropping that caused him to come out and say any of this to begin with.

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