By David Glenn Cox
It is almost as if they live in a bubble unto themselves. Like they smoke a joint and get some crazy idea in their heads without anyone thinking about any of the repercussions. Then when they announce their plan, they don’t understand why everyone else doesn’t like it the same way that they do.
First, they announce Mr. Trump will meet with Mr. Putin to discuss secondary sanctions on Russia. After the TACO king had given Mr. Putin a deadline, which he had promptly ignored. Mr. Trump is going to be harsh, and Mr. Putin better listen up! Then the time and date is finalized and oh yeah, and they might discuss Ukraine a little bit too. Then Mr. Trump says President Zelensky wasn’t invited and doesn’t need to come. Then, President Zelensky says, he won’t recognize any negotiations where he’s not present. Trump says, well alright, you can come if you really, really want to.
Then alarm bells begin going off in Europe. European leaders begin to ask, “what the hell are you playing at here?” Russia is making demands for a ceasefire before it was ever announced that was the impetus of the meeting. Administration officials decline to say what the Russian terms are calling it “complicated.” But the Russians have made their terms well known. The same things they have always wanted. They want to keep and hold every square inch of land they have illegally taken. And all of a sudden, this nice quiet meeting to discuss sanctions has become an international diplomatic incident.
Because of his erratic and irascible nature, Mr. Trump is not trusted. Obviously, the allies weren’t consulted. They fear Trump will try to pull a fast one. “It does not mean a deal, or a truce has been agreed upon,” a White House official said, granted anonymity to share the administration’s position. “The president is discussing it with all the relevant parties.”
LIE. If that were so, the world-wide outrage and mistrust would not be so pronounced. The point that they are lying about it only raises the mistrust to a fever pitch. Fortunately, the Russians are intractable and asking for everything, including the kitchen sink. The Administration doesn’t understand the anger or the outrage. Because this is amateur hour. They don’t understand what everyone is so upset about. They don’t understand why no one trusts them. Because they don’t talk with allies before making spur -of-the-moment snap pronouncements.
Mr. Trump says, “he believes Putin wants peace and is prepared to hear him out.” Duh, why don’t they trust me? I was just gonna try to negotiate a deal for them. Mr. Trump, with his inflated ego, thinks that he’s king of the whole wide world! Gee, what’s everybody so upset about? Trust me, I’ll get you a good deal! Why are they so worried about me negotiating European security for them? That’s why I’m King!
“My instinct really tells me that we have a shot at it, okay, and you’ll find that out later on, and maybe even today, but we have a shot at it,” Trump said. “Look, it’s got to be solved.”
Alarm bells and outrage all across Europe. Mr. Boom, boom in his pants and cheats at golf, is going to solve it for you! Trump couldn’t solve a crossword puzzle. And his team of amateurs and neophytes doesn’t have the power or the balls to rein the king in. And all of a sudden, the nice little meeting to discuss sanctions has become an international incident. Russia’s economy is teetering on the brink of collapse. Now is not the time for the king to be negotiating someone else’s security. The meeting is dead in the water even before they even gas up the plane.
The Ukrainians won’t accept it and Europe won’t accept it. The king lives inside the bubble where he thinks he has all the answers, and everyone should just listen to him. He doesn’t see his own incompetence and is obsessed with a desire for a Nobel Peace prize because Barack Obama got one.
On Trump’s recent trip to Scotland, the King talked and rambled on aimlessly until the EU president was visibly uncomfortable. British Prime Minister Keir Starmer just smiled blankly while the king rambled on in geriatric senile splendor about his golf course. The meeting in Alaska only illustrates how the Administration has no idea of what they are doing. The Pinball machine Administration, bouncing wildly from bumper to bumper, ever hoping to win a free game.
The king likes to announce victory and go home before all the details are worked out. Like his $600 billion-dollar European commitment to invest in the US economy, with no mechanism of doing so. Or in his recent pronouncement of ending the conflict between Armenia and Azerbaijan. The treaty calls for a corridor to be established and Iran says they will block it. So, the deal is no deal. Once again, the king and his minions act unilaterally without communicating with all the interested parties.
I wish the Nobel committee would just forge a special medal for a special king for being so special and helpful. And then maybe the king would quit trying so hard when he has no idea of what he’s doing. Remember his peace deal with the Houthis? Remember his peace deal in Gaza? Hotels, golf courses, casinos and lots of jobs for maids and caddies and parking attendants! Remember when the king bombed Iran and solved nothing? The king recently announced he’s going to use the military to fight drug cartels! The Mexican president answers, “Not around here, you’re not!” An international boycott is forming against American goods. But just trust him!
The king and his junta actually believe that they are accomplishing something, while the world either laughs up their sleeve at them or recoils in horror.
Speaking of horror. Is there no way of saving our iconic White House from becoming an architectural abomination? If you’ve never seen the White House in person, it is much smaller than it appears on TV. We have survived for 200 years without a 90,000 square foot ballroom. The plans will destroy the iconic and historical architecture of the building forever. Turning it into tasteless garbage. This is Abraham Lincoln’s White House and Teddy Roosevelt’s White House. Dolly Madison recused the paintings before the British burned it. Jackie Kennedy redecorated it; Harry Truman restored it. It belongs to the American people, not the king!
And now, the mad king, without asking or consulting with anyone, wants to build a 90,000 square foot ballroom monstrosity on a 50,000 square foot house. All to appease his own mad ego and to make it look more like a tacky Trump hotel.
“I am the King. I tell. I am not told. I am the verb, sir. I am not the object.”
― Alan Bennett
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