Blame Trump, Burn Rome

The prince of pretense meets the prince of lies—guess which one runs California.

In churches and Sunday schools across America, we were warned that Satan wouldn’t show up with horns and a pitchfork. No, the Devil wears charm like cologne. He flatters. He lies with polish. He sells ruin as progress and destruction as destiny. Sound familiar? It should—he just delivered a “major address” in California, blaming Donald Trump for the LA riots.

Governor Gavin Newsom, California’s high priest of illusion, has long embraced the Satanic stylebook. Charm first, lies second, burn it all down third—just ensure there’s good lighting. But now, he’s taken his guile national. Faced with mobs overrunning the streets of Los Angeles, businesses looted, citizens terrified, and the stench of collapse wafting up from his sanctuary state, Newsom has reached for his favorite escape hatch: blame Trump.

Let’s get this straight: The governor of the most progressive, pro-criminal, anti-border, DEI-drenched state in the union is pointing his manicured finger at Donald Trump for what’s happening in his own backyard. California’s first stylist-in-chief is more than just a politician; he’s a master illusionist, conjuring up a utopia while presiding over a dystopia. Homelessness spirals. Crime spikes. Businesses flee. Schools crumble.

This is the governor who promised to “end chronic homelessness” and then presided over a 50% increase. Who shut down churches and small businesses during COVID, only to dine maskless at The French Laundry with lobbyists. Who touts California as a climate savior while wildfires rage thanks to negligent forest management and a grid that sputters under solar delusion.

This is a man who has declared California a sanctuary for illegal aliens, drug dealers, transients, and vandals alike—and he wants us to believe that the chaos is the fault of someone who is simply doing his job and honoring his oath of office.

It would be laughable if it weren’t so transparently sinister.

Trump's tweets didn’t spark the LA riots. They were ignited by the decay that Newsom nurtured. For years, he has prioritized criminals over victims, ideology over order, and optics over outcomes. Under his “leadership,” California decriminalized theft under $1,000, refused to cooperate with ICE, gutted law enforcement and fire department budgets, and allowed entire city blocks to be transformed into open-air encampments, drug dens, and black markets.

The result? California became a Lord of the Flies reenactment with better weather.

And now, with the country watching in horror, Newsom sees an opportunity—not to take responsibility, but to launch a campaign. Make no mistake, his press appearances blaming Trump aren’t about calming the public or restoring order—they’re about testing a national message. It’s Gavin’s first swing in the 2028 understudy audition, positioning himself as the “reasonable” progressive while disavowing the very wreckage he orchestrated.

But this con is as old as time. Just as Satan quoted scripture to Christ in the desert, Newsom weaponizes language to spin vice into virtue. A fentanyl death becomes a “public health challenge.” A riot becomes “civil unrest rooted in systemic issues.” And Newsom? He’s just the guy trying to help—from the French Laundry, of course.

He’s the serpent in the garden of American politics: eloquent, attractive, full of promise, and utterly poisonous. Just like the Devil, he doesn’t need to conquer with force when deception will suffice.

Americans should pay close attention: What we’re witnessing in California isn’t an anomaly. It’s a pilot episode for a nationwide rollout. Gavin Newsom doesn’t want to govern the state he has destroyed—he wants to export the destruction.

The rest of the country should take heed: What starts in California rarely stays in California.

So before America buys what he’s selling, maybe we should remember what the Bible says about wolves in sheep’s clothing—or, in this case, Prada loafers.