The Velvet Cage: Is MGT Trading Her Fire for a Gilded Corner Office?
The Velvet Cage. That's what we call it when the Deep State lures a fighter into retirement — not with chains, but with silk sheets and golden parachutes. It's the uniparty's ultimate trap: a cushy life of book deals, TV gigs, and think-tank sinecures, all in exchange for shutting up and stepping off the battlefield. Like golden handcuffs for realtors who can't quit their job because the commissions keep rolling in, even after the passion's gone. You don't get dragged in; you walk in, thinking you've "earned" it. But once the door closes, the spark dies, and the machine sleeps…