Donald Trump does not receive the Nobel Prize for Peace as a gift, which has become clear on Tuesday. On the way to the Netherlands, he must have felt a kind of mafia boss who had to take two subordinate Mafiosi apart when they killed. They no longer know what the fuck they are doing, Trump struggled.
I think Iran and Israel really realized that fucking well, they just wanted to explore how long they could continue. But Trump can no longer be escaped the Nobel Prize and forced Netanyahu to turn its planes.
Now only Zensky can still keep him off that Nobel Prize by standing stubbornly against the Russians. Will Trump meet him in The Hague? I suspect that Trump needs little, he sees Zensky as a burden, someone who wages a war that he can never win unless the West helps him on a large scale. Zensky has to leave, because Trump wants to stay friends with Putin.
In the meantime, Trump even receives support from a corner for him: The New York Times. In it, the opinion columnist Bret Stephens wrote a few days ago that Trump’s decision to carry out bombing over Iran was “courageous and right”. According to Stephens, Trump earned respect, “whatever you can find from this president and the rest of his politics.”
How will Stephens judge afterwards if things are going differently: a constantly flaring war between Iran and Israel in which America will be sucked in? In his final alinea he writes hopeful: “And opponents everywhere, including in Moscow and Beijing, now know that they are not dealing with a paper tiger in the White House. It will make the world safer.”
Who had that last rule ever in The New York Times expected? Not Trump, but not me either. And it has to be said: if Trump also manages to get too crazy concessions Putin from Ukraine and Netanyahu from Gaza, people like me (and hopefully also you) will have to review our critical judgment about him. Then he turned out to be the strict surgeon who could heal smelly wounds.
But it is not that far yet and in the meantime we can make ourselves happy about Trump as a clown. In that capacity, he is already unsurpassable. There is too little attention for Trump as a communicator. He knows how to reach his audience through the media like no other politician. He does that by being himself: a jerk.
He avoids as many solemn press conferences as possible, but does his most important announcements plumly, as it were between the sliding doors of his casual environment: when entering an airplane, during a walk on the way to his white house. He then talks in a completely informal tone about the most serious matters. “Whether I will throw bombs? Yes, I will not hang that here on your nose. Nobody knows. You will see.”
If Trump ever has to announce a Third World War, he will do so with his colorful Maga-Cap on his head and sat on a toilet seat, while with one foot he holds the toilet door ajar for the intrusive journalistic rig. And while he continues, he will scream above the noise of the rinse: “Jesus Christ, this is the best shit ever produced by an american president!”