Every day is morning in Trump's America!

“Every day is morning in Trump’s America!” Thus declared Ann Coulter, with words ablaze like a trumpet at dawn. At first hearing, the phrase rings with triumph and proclamation, echoing the spirit of the old saying, “It is morning again in America,” a call once used to inspire faith in renewal and greatness. Yet her voice carried not merely nostalgia but a sharpening of the image, casting the morning as a constant state, a perpetual dawn that never fades into evening. In her declaration lies both the fervor of loyalty and the vision of an endless beginning.

The power of morning has ever stirred the human heart. Morning is the hour of freshness, when shadows withdraw and the earth is bathed in the promise of new light. It symbolizes renewal, vigor, and the chance to begin again. Coulter’s words, then, seek to bind the name of Trump to this image of eternal renewal, as though his leadership itself were a sun rising daily over the land, dispelling night, banishing weakness, and announcing a new day of strength. The emotional force of the quote lies not in reason, but in imagery: morning is hope, and to declare it unending is to declare hope itself unbroken.

But history shows that such proclamations are always double-edged. For morning cannot exist without night; renewal loses its meaning if it is never tested by decline. Consider the reign of Augustus Caesar, who brought stability to a Rome weary from civil wars. Poets praised his rule as a new golden dawn, a morning that promised to last for ages. And yet, Rome too would wane; the empire that began in the freshness of morning would, in centuries to come, descend into night. Coulter’s cry, then, echoes this ancient pattern: the celebration of power in its rising, with little thought of its eventual setting.

Her words also expose the yearning of the people. For when she says, “Every day is morning,” she speaks not merely of politics but of desire—the human longing for permanence, for a time when decline never comes, when victories do not fade, when glory is renewed endlessly. It is the same yearning that led crowds to cheer emperors, kings, and conquerors throughout history. Yet the ancients teach us that clinging to the illusion of eternal morning blinds us to the lessons of evening, to the wisdom that comes with twilight.

Still, her proclamation is not without power for those who hear it with discerning hearts. To believe in morning is to believe in possibility. Even if the claim of perpetual dawn is illusion, the spirit of dawn can still inspire courage. For just as the farmer rises with the sun to till his fields, so too must a people believe in renewal if they are to labor and endure. Coulter’s words, stripped of their partisan armor, remind us that each day truly can be a beginning—if we choose to rise with resolve, rather than sleep through the hours.

The lesson, then, is this: do not seek a false dawn that never ends, but honor the real morning that comes with each day. For in truth, every man and woman is given a sunrise each morning, whether they dwell in empires or in huts. The gift of renewal is not tied to rulers or nations but to the rhythm of life itself. What matters is not the proclamation of endless morning, but the courage to use the morning we are given—to plant, to build, to grow, to change.

Therefore, children of tomorrow, let this be your practice: when you hear voices declaring eternal morning, remember that morning is always followed by day, by evening, by night. Do not be lulled into comfort by promises of perpetual renewal, but instead use each real dawn as a chance to strive. Rise each day as if it is your only morning, and labor as though you will be judged by the setting of the sun. In this way, you will carry within yourself the true spirit of dawn, not as a slogan, but as a way of life.

So remember the cry of Ann Coulter: “Every day is morning…” Whether you agree with her or not, hear in it the echo of a deeper truth—the power of beginnings. Do not wait for leaders or nations to give you renewal. Seize your own dawn, and let every morning be the start of your own greatness. For the sun rises not only on empires, but on every soul that dares to greet it with open eyes.