After 100 chaotic days of Trump’s second term, Vice President JD Vance faces a critical choice. As economic turmoil, threats to national security, and attacks on education and public health mount, JD realizes it’s up to him to step forward and steady the ship.
Read his personal account of how he answered the call to save the day when America needed it most.
Vatican City, Early March 2025
I stood in the Vatican, shaking hands with Pope Francis. A kid from Middletown, Ohio now Vice President of the United States — it still amazed me sometimes.
He urged me: “Always seek to serve the good of your people.”
I promised I would.
I meant it.
Later that night, sipping coffee and staring at St. Peter’s Basilica, my phone buzzed:
BREAKING: Trump Declares New National Holiday — American Heritage Day
I tried to stay calm. A new holiday wasn’t the end of the world.
But deep down, I knew: this could spiral fast.
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New Delhi, Late March 2025
The heat of India was electric. I sat across from Prime Minister Modi, discussing trade deals, feeling proud. Proud of my country. Proud to represent it.
But every night, the headlines from home grew worse:
Trump suggests constitutional amendment to “fix” America
Trump hints at “temporary” third presidential term
I wanted to believe it was just noise.
Still — a voice inside me whispered: Get ready. They’re going to need you.
At the Taj Mahal, standing under that vast marble dome built for love and legacy, it hit me:
What legacy are we building back home?
That night, after another insane headline (Trump unveiling plans for a golden “Tower of American Greatness” in D.C.), I called my team:
“Get the plane ready. We’re going back. America needs us.”
The Unraveling: Reflections at 100 Days
By the time I finished my final meetings in India, it was impossible to ignore what was happening back home.
The early warning signs — the impulsive holiday, the careless constitutional proposals — had evolved into a full-scale crisis.
Every area of American life was being shaken, battered by reckless decisions made at the highest level:
• The economy was already buckling under new tariffs slapped chaotically on allies and rivals alike. Major industries were warning of mass layoffs. Small businesses, barely recovered from past years of turbulence, now faced crushing uncertainty.
• National security was compromised as trusted intelligence officials resigned in protest over bizarre loyalty tests Trump had ordered inside the agencies. Our allies were growing distant, and our enemies were growing bold.
• Education was under siege, as a rushed federal mandate for “Patriotic Curriculum Only” began stripping critical thinking, science, and history from classrooms — replacing it with propaganda more fitting of a dictatorship than a democracy.
• Public health suffered too, as vital programs were slashed to free up money for Trump’s vanity projects. Pandemic preparedness teams were dismantled. Health inspectors resigned. Hospitals sounded quiet alarms — but few in Washington were listening.
Every headline. Every report. Every whispered warning from my contacts in D.C. It all pointed to one simple, devastating truth:
The very foundations of the Republic were being put at risk.
And somehow, through it all, the President treated it like a game.
A spectacle.Another reality show where the stakes were other people’s lives.
I felt a cold steel of resolve settle inside me.
This wasn’t about politics anymore. It was about patriotism. It was about duty. It was about saving what could still be saved.
I knew then, with absolute clarity:
I had to go home. I had to act.
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Over the Atlantic, Late April 2025
I watched the stars out the window of Air Force Two.
Was I nervous? Yes.
Was I determined? Even more.
I was built for moments like this.
They needed a steady hand. They needed someone who understood duty. They needed someone who didn’t flinch.
And honestly?
I loved stepping up when the stakes were highest.
I wasn’t chasing glory — I was answering a call that had been in my blood since the Marines, since my childhood, since forever.
When we touched down in Washington, the city was already buzzing.
They didn’t know it yet — but I was coming home to save the day.
And I was ready.
We’re counting on you to save the day J.D.!