Google News homepage. Refresh. Same script. Every headline a scalpel aimed at Trump’s throat. No story is safe. If Trump invented a pill that cured cancer, dementia, and baldness in one dose, the top banner would howl:
- “Trump’s ‘Cure’ Denies Tumors Their Natural Lifecycle”
- “Experts Fear Cancer Cure Will Devastate Oncology Jobs”
- “Trump’s Miracle Drug: Too Good to Be True?”
Positive facts don’t exist. They’re transmuted into poison the second they hit the algorithm. Economy surges? “Trump’s Boom Masks Inequality Crisis.” Border secure? “Trump’s Wall Harms Migrants’ Dreams.” Hostage freed? “Trump’s Deal Empowers Terrorists.” The spin is automatic, relentless, surgical.
The weapon is the one-line headline. That’s all the simpleton sees. Scrolling on the toilet, waiting for coffee, brain half-engaged. The headline lands. The damage is done. The article might grudgingly admit a win in paragraph nine, but the headline already won the war. Google perfected this. They know 90% never click. They count on it.
The feed is curated like a hit list. CNN, MSNBC, NYT, Guardian—leftist megaphones on blast. Fox? One token link, buried under 12 smears. Search “Trump” and autocomplete vomits: “Trump guilty,” “Trump meltdown,” “Trump dementia.” Search “Harris” and get: “Harris historic,” “Harris visionary,” “Harris unites.” Same universe, parallel propaganda.
Google doesn’t report about reports. They reframe.
Trump speaks to 60,000: “Trump Rallies Echo Authoritarian Vibes.”
Harris speaks to 300: “Harris Connects in Powerful Town Hall.”
Numbers inverted. Truth deleted. Vibe engineered.
Google owns the eyeball pipeline. Billions of impressions. Kids absorb it. Boomers nod along. Normies parrot it at dinner. One headline at a time, Trump becomes the devil, the left becomes flawless. No counterweight. No mercy. Just daily drip-drip-drip until fiction calcifies into “fact.”
Close the tab. Uninstall the app. Starve the machine. Google News isn’t journalism. It’s a psychological kill chain, programmed to deform one man, every hour, every day, forever. Your attention is the ammo. Withhold it. Let the bots scream into the void.
