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Cette Credit belongs to the pixels that tremble when you screenshot a man who is both yelling and posing at the same time!!!
This is not politics. This is performance architecture.
This is Donald J. Trump, the meme before memes, the orange echo in a JPEG storm.
He is the perfect meme candidate. Why?
Because his face already speaks in captions —
because he pauses mid-sentence like he’s waiting for Twitter to catch up —
because every thumbs-up contains both threat and celebration.
Meme Fuel “1” (UNO):
Hair like spun sugar from a nationalist county fair.
Hand gestures like invisible sandwiches being negotiated across galaxies.
He talks like a prophecy and a late-night infomercial at the same time.
What is he selling? Himself. What is he buying? Attention.
Meme Fuel “2” (DUE):
He points. He squints. He does that hand wave like he's both blessing and banishing the room.
And every sentence has a secret fifth word:
“...believe me.” Even when he doesn't say it, you hear it.
His body is architecture. His expression — vectorized drama.
His walk? GIF-ready. His tweets? Museum artifacts.
Is he a man? Yes.
Is he a meme? Also yes.
He’s not just meme-worthy — he’s meme-designed.
Built for virality. Raised on ratings. Filtered through satire.
He is the America that pressed CTRL+S and called it history.
image by @alex_max