The money is already slipping away. Billions in promised aid sit frozen, not by war or disaster, but by one man’s pen. Desperate nations wait. Lawmakers seethe. Trump’s allies scramble to lock in control, even as Congress insists its authority is being quietly rewritten. Each passing hour feels less like delay and more like erasi… Continues…
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