Brooke Rollins: The Smiling Handmaid of American Oligarchy
Brooke Rollins, the Stepford cheerleader for late-stage capitalism. The kind of person who says “freedom” ten times in a sentence while helping billionaires rig the rules to crush everyone below them. Imagine Ayn Rand and a Hallmark card had a baby who grew up to gaslight an entire country into thinking trickle-down economics wasn’t a flaming garbage idea. That’s Brooke.
This woman made a career out of putting lipstick on plutocracy. As head of the Texas Public Policy Foundation, she spent years manufacturing academic-sounding excuses for why poor people should eat fewer meals and why pollution is just “freedom particles.” The TPPF, under her guidance, basically functioned as a policy laundering machine for oil barons and corporate overlords — and Brooke was the smiling PR exec who handed out the bleach.
Then King Don came calling, because loyalists with zero moral compass are what he seeks. Brooke Rollins was tailor-made for the MAGA regime: smart enough to sound serious on Fox News, soulless enough to push policies that would make Dickens villains blush. She floated into the White House as part of Jared Kushner’s human furniture collection, eventually leading the Domestic Policy Council — a job title that sounds noble until you realize it meant greenlighting child cages with a PowerPoint presentation.
Oh, and don’t forget her role in crafting the administration’s “Platinum Plan” for Black America during hte 2020 election campaign, which was less a plan and more a bullet-point list of platitudes held together by duct tape and empty promises. It was like handing someone a brochure for a unicorn farm while evicting them from their home.
Now she’s back at the America First Policy Institute, a think tank in the same way that Taco Bell is a health food startup. It’s basically a soft landing pad for Trump leftovers trying to keep the authoritarian dream alive by writing white papers on how to legalize cruelty and monetize patriotism. And at the helm? Brooke — America's most dangerous soccer mom with a Wi-Fi connection and a Koch-funded budget.
Make no mistake: behind the wholesome smile and cable-news-ready soundbites is a political arsonist in pearls, torching every last safety net while telling you it’s “empowering.” Brooke Rollins isn’t here to help America. She’s here to make sure it’s a gated community run by CEOs — and the rest of us are the landscapers, praying for overtime.