My name is Robert Steele. I’m an American from Las Vegas, and I’m not trying to hide who I am with this mask. I’m trying to make it so that my ugly yet still forgettable face won’t be forgotten. I want to give every one of Trump’s useful idiots a face they can’t escape: a face so unforgettable that Donald Trump may forget his kids one day, but he’ll remember this mask.
I want to live in Donald Trump and his gang’s heads rent-free, 24/7. I want to be the first person they think about in the morning, while they’re taking a piss. I want to be the last person they’re thinking about when they drink themselves to sleep at night. I want to be in every meeting, on every phone call, and in every press briefing they ever have.
It is also easier to draw this mask as an anti-Trump symbol than my mean old mug. My face, appearing anywhere more than necessary, just serves as a visual pollutant, a mood killer, and an uninvited form of visual birth control. We already have a depopulation problem; let’s not make it worse.
Finally, even though the copyrights and trademarks are mine, anyone can make this mask. Anyone can wear this mask. Anyone can join the mask and its nonviolent call for justice.
We are not hiding. We are not threatening anyone. We are wearing masks to be seen, heard, and never forgotten. We wear the mask as a demand for the resignation of every government employee who supports the Palestinian genocide or the illegal war on Iran. I hate that Trump is still stinking up the Oval Office instead of rotting in prison, where he belongs, just like the rest of you. The 13 stars represent the 13 original colonies. Americans need to remember that we fired a king once. Let’s do it again. Let’s at least get him to resign immediately and stop him from fucking things up any worse than he already has. We need Trump to leave. Let’s help him find the door A.S.A.P.
Robert Steele USMC
I want us out of these wars and out of the Middle East. I want our country to stop treating civilian deaths, dead children, and credible allegations of war crimes as the cost of doing business. I want America to stop giving a blank check supporting the genocide of the Palestinian people. I want a president held to the same laws as the rest of us. I want public officials who serve with honor, honesty, and enough humility to remember they work for the people — not the other way around. I am not perfect, and I do not pretend to have every answer. I have made mistakes, I will make more, and I will probably need to be corrected more than once. But I know the difference between leadership and cruelty, between strength and corruption, between public service and self-service. I want future officials to look at what the people did to the legacy of the Trump presidency and remember that power belongs to us when we are brave enough to use it.
I’m a Marine. That means I have a deep respect for the devil dogs doing their absolute best inside a system built on strict orders, regulations, and the chain of command. I know what it takes to operate inside that box. But I also know how hard it is to think freely when every instinct you have has been trained to color inside the lines.
That is where I break rank. Sometimes for better, and sometimes—as I am sure my former commanders have muttered over a stiff drink—for worse. I do not automatically defer to a title, because I am always looking for a better way to get the job done. If I have a smarter plan, and the drive to build the workaround to pull it off, sitting quietly just isn’t in my DNA.
Not that I am always right. I have been dead wrong plenty of times, occasionally at maximum volume and with truly spectacular commitment. The best leaders I ever worked for understood that about me. They didn’t hand me a script. They gave me an objective, the absolute boundaries of what I couldn’t break, and then they got out of my way. They knew I was crafty. If my unorthodox plan worked out? Great. If it got weird? They had plausible deniability.
Here is the truth: most people are trained to follow the process. I am wired to solve the problem. I can design the strategy, build the custom gear, pivot when the wheels fall off, and keep pushing long after the official playbook runs out of pages. It doesn’t make me better than anyone else in the room. But it does make me dangerous to underestimate—and highly useful when everyone else is standing around waiting for permission.
So, here is the problem we are solving, and here is the plan: we make an offer. The day Trump stops the wars and gets us out, I stop naming towers after him. Until that day, we build one in every single state. It is strictly legal, entirely nonviolent, loud, and impossible to ignore.
I am not pretending this is subtle. Subtle is for people who have time to wait, and subtle hasn’t worked. This is political pressure applied with a backbone, a sense of humor, and just enough self-awareness to admit it sounds a little ridiculous—right up until the moment it starts working.
And towers are just step one. They are the opening move. As soon as we raise the funding to make the next pieces official, the campaign escalates. The goal is not just real estate; the goal is relentless, public, legal pressure. We are going to keep the spotlight on Trump and the people who enabled him until they understand the cost of what they chose. They thought power would make them respected. Instead, it is going to make them recognizable for all the wrong reasons.
Trump and his cabinet of useful idiots chased power without understanding that power does not protect a legacy—it exposes one. Many of them would have faded quietly into history if they had not taken these jobs. Now they will be remembered for what they chose to defend, what they failed to stop, and how foolish they looked while doing it. We are going to keep applying pressure to those legacies because they clearly care what people think. If they did not, they would not have taken glory jobs they were not qualified to handle—or at least they would have had the sense to admit by now that they are in over their heads. They were not there to serve the country. They were there to serve their own egos, protect their pride, and collect titles they never qualified for. So we are going to make sure history remembers exactly what they did: the war crimes they committed, their support of the genocide in Gaza, and the children who died because powerful, selfish, small-minded people chose ambition over accountability.
We will make sure they understand exactly how little they have to be proud of, and how much they have to be ashamed of.
This is how I do it: legally, relentlessly, and loudly, for you. I build the towers, the pressure, and the movement for you. That is why you want me in the fight: because I am a mean, ornery son of a bitch who is not afraid to fight in the mud. I will not promise to fight fairly. I will promise to fight legally, creatively, and as hard as the rules allow. I will always respect the lives on the line, and I will gladly sacrifice my ego and my pride, but never my honor. You fight with the Marine you have, not the one you wish you had. And before you ask: no, I am not as crazy as I sound. Close, maybe. But still sane enough to beat the Trump crime family.
