Roast the system, then steal the mic—your Sunday, unfiltered.
Today is “Drag Race roast, but the jokes land like Trump’s tariffs—awkward, off-key, and oddly viral.” The Capricorn planetary summit is giving G7 meets Real Housewives reunion, and you, Sag, are the wildcard who slips in with a zinger and a shot of Fireball. The Moon is waning, which means the weekend’s over but you’re still at karaoke, absolutely refusing to exit stage left. Pluto in Aquarius is your personal heckler, daring you to get political. Don’t be afraid to call it like you see it, especially when everyone else is playing it safe. If the energy gets heavy, remember: the best rebellion is laughter in the face of power.
That was the vibe check.
The Drip fits every Sagittarius. The Oracle is couture: your exact chart, down to the minute.
