You’re the scandal and the side quest all in one.
Why be subtle when you can be Sagittarius on a Saturday? Mars and Jupiter are throwing a fire-sign reunion in Leo, and you’re basically the shock jock of cosmic radio. This week’s news is peak “drag queens at a House Judiciary hearing” energy: queer, loud, not here for decorum—or compromise. Stephen Miller’s hardline agenda? Yawn. You’re already plotting a satirical musical about it (working title: “Miller: The Unblinking”). With Mercury retrograde, don’t be surprised when your hot takes get misquoted; embrace your destiny as the misunderstood truth-teller. The waning crescent moon is your “after the festival” moment: the crowd’s gone, but you’re still dancing. Be the friend who texts, “Let’s go somewhere they don’t know our names.” If the world’s heartbroken, your role is to remind everyone how joy is, itself, resistance. Chase the confetti, even if you have to BYO.
That was the vibe check.
The Drip fits every Sagittarius. The Oracle is couture: your exact chart, down to the minute.
