Trump spent Sunday posting a four-minute clip of Frank Sinatra singing “My Way” on Truth Social — no caption, no context, just Ol’ Blue Eyes serenading him from beyond the grave like a hostage video the president filmed himself. Nancy Sinatra, 85 and done with this man, called it sacrilege in four words. She has said in the past that her father loathed Trump. She has said she will never forgive the Americans who voted for him. Neither statement has aged poorly.
Grabbing a dead crooner’s catalog and waving it around like a trophy is the oldest move in the fading-strongman playbook. You steal the song because you can’t write your own. You drape yourself in a voice that spent fifty years telling you to go to hell, because the voice can’t dodge you anymore. Sinatra — lifelong Democrat who reportedly loathed Trump every decade they shared oxygen — is unavailable for comment, which is exactly why Trump chose him. The dead don’t file takedown notices.
The publishers could. The estate could. They won’t, because there’s money in the quiet, and there has always been money in the quiet. So the clip stays up, Nancy gets to scream “sacrilege” on a website run by a man who would have fired her father for being too pro-union, and the rest of us watch a 79-year-old president build a retirement reel out of a song about regret. He’s doing it his way. That’s the part that should scare you.