The Natives Are Restless: Where’s the Damn Beef?

Over-promise, under-deliver?

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Cruising through X, you can feel the ground shaking. The MAGA natives—those who packed Trump’s rallies and flooded the polls—are pissed. They were sold a vision: Day One, Trump would end the Ukraine war, crush inflation, drain the swamp, axe taxes on tips, overtime, and Social Security, and, most of all, deport the gangbangers, murderers, and rapists pouring across the border. The crowds roared. This was their America. This was their vote.

But where’s the beef? Clara Peller’s ghost is screaming it, and the MAGA tribe is echoing her. Trump’s always been a master at selling the sizzle—promises that light up arenas. Yet, 100 days in, the steak’s still raw. Aside from slamming the border shut on Biden’s illegal alien tsunami, the checklist is glaringly blank. Overpromise, underdeliver? The natives are starting to wonder.

Trump’s cheerleaders cry, “Give it time! It’s only 100 days!” Fair, but it’s also a self-inflicted wound. Trump’s “Day One” rhetoric hooked a base addicted to instant gratification. “Day One” doesn’t mean “Day 100,” and the MAGA crowd isn’t known for patience. They expected a sledgehammer to the Deep State, not excuses about bureaucratic sludge or Biden’s leftover snitches. Trump had four years to prep for this—four years to game-plan the swamp’s tricks, the red tape, the slow-walkers. Everyone thought he’d learned from RussiaGate’s shackles. This was supposed to be Trump 2.0: lean, mean, and unstoppable.

The tailwind was biblical. Biden’s debate implosion, Kamala-Walz’s clown show, and the Legacy Media’s self-destruction handed Trump a mandate. Social media and the New Journalism exposed the greatest grift in history—networks and newspapers “of record” as hypocritical sycophants. The Average American, beaten down, was ready to walk tall, pay bills, and fire up that gas-guzzling Chevy. Hoo-Wah!

Enter the Judges: Sabotage in Robes

Trump’s victory was supposed to end the Lawfare nightmare. Weaponized DOJ, crooked DAs, compromised judges? Done. In your face! Except, nope. Clinton-Obama-Biden district judges slammed the brakes on deportations faster than you can say “national injunction.” Team Trump, supposedly battle-hardened, didn’t see this coming? And SCOTUS, the supposed cavalry, weaseled out, hemming and hawing about “sufficient notice” for people who broke into the country or flew in on Biden Airways. Slam dunk? More like airball.

The Epstein Fumble and Other Broken Promises

It gets uglier. AG Bondi’s got the Epstein list, but it’s buried under “vetting” excuses. “Too much to process!” she says, popping up on FOX more than results. Pro tip: Ditch the talking heads and deliver. Then there’s the FBI tag team, Kash Patel and Dan Bongino, telling Maria Bartiromo that Epstein killed himself. Really? With “classified materials” as their only backup, their credibility’s taking a beating. They dangle “justice soon” for RussiaGate, citing “hidden evidence.” Sounds like Merrick Garland’s redacted playbook.

J6? Crickets. The J6 Committee, FBI involvement, Pelosi’s National Guard dodge, the Pipe Bomber? Four years, no answers. DOGE’s waste, fraud, and abuse cleanup? Stalled. The No Tax on Social Security promise? Morphed into a measly tax credit. Speaker Mike Johnson’s “sympathy” for congressional stock trading has “vacate” whispers circling. The list is long, messy, and infuriating.

Media Distractions and Biden’s Convenient Cancer

While the natives stew, Legacy Media churns out P Diddy trial gossip, Qatar jet “gift” nonsense, and FOX’s bizarre Biden book obsession. Then there’s Joe’s “newly discovered” prostate cancer, conveniently timed to drown out his mental decline cover-up. The media (minus X) demands prayers, but X isn’t buying it. El Malo Gato nails it: “If Trump had cancer, the Left would be dancing.” Matt Walsh calls it “cynical,” a transparent ploy to silence criticism. Karen De Coster Campbell goes harder: Biden’s vax mandates ruined lives, divided families, and left people jobless or dead. He wished a “winter of severe illness and death” on the unvaccinated, spat on faith and freedom. Now we’re supposed to cry for him? “What in the fuck is wrong with you people?” she asks. Damn good question.

The Foot-Shot Heard ‘Round the Swamp

Trump’s cheerleaders are right: Big change takes time, and DC’s a cesspool of megalomaniacs, liars, and pedophiles. But “Day One” promises were a rookie mistake. They supercharged expectations, and now the MAGA tribe’s restless, bordering on betrayed. They wanted Fauci, Pelosi, Garland, Comey, Schiff in perp walks—yesterday. “What do we want? Justice! When do we want it? NOW!” Conservatives don’t chant in the streets, but X is a powder keg of anger and resentment.

Sen. John Kennedy’s quip to Kash Patel sums it up: “When will you finish? Like, before I die?” Trump’s credibility, approval, and those crucial midterms hinge on results. Voters don’t wait when they’re this hungry. Crack the whip, Mr. President, or the natives won’t just be restless—they’ll be revolting.

BW