Worn clichés and classic hits. Biblical slang. These are the things that come to mind when thinking of Donald Trump and his pitiful, self-absorbed, addictive thirst for fame.
Be careful what you ask for, Donald.
This set of magazine covers depict the intelligent world’s view of Trump over the past week. Chief among the topics: his insulting and divisive Charlottesville comments and the firing of his Alt-Right best boy Bannon.
We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we’ve never known
Is the thrill that’ll gitcha when you get your picture
On the cover of … Time
-Maladapted Lyrics by Dr. Hook
And in Germany, where white men carrying torches in a funereal march and chanting “Blood and Soil” are not “very fine” folks but anathema, Donald Trump’s True Face is recognized for its true colors.
That ship has sailed. The windbag blew and blew and out stepped his jackboot thugs.
There is no bridge over these troubled waters.
When the 174-year old conservative voice of The Economist leads with an article declaring the moral void of the Republican president, I feel the earth move under my skin.
The sentiments that follow in the op-ed effectively titled: “Donald Trump has no grasp of what it means to be president” savage this fake president. Feel the karma.
Start with the ineptness. In last year’s presidential election Mr Trump campaigned against the political class to devastating effect. Yet this week he has bungled the simplest of political tests: finding a way to condemn Nazis. Having equivocated at his first press conference on Saturday, Mr Trump said what was needed on Monday and then undid all his good work on Tuesday—briefly uniting Fox News and Mother Jones in their criticism, surely a first. As business leaders started to resign en masse from his advisory panels (see article), the White House disbanded them. Mr Trump did, however, earn the endorsement of David Duke, a former Imperial Wizard of the Ku Klux Klan.
Mr Trump cannot see beyond the latest slight. Instead of grasping that his job is to honour the office he inherited, Mr Trump is bothered only about honouring himself and taking credit for his supposed achievements.
Mr Trump has neither skill nor self-knowledge, and this week showed that he does not have the character to change.
The truth shall set us free.
When Republicans in Congress retrieve their wits and ethical clarity, when they can at last release the battered hope of the political trifecta and dump this glaring monster-boy and his morose minions, then America can resume.
Until then, we remain an angst-filled, dejected, disgraced nation, briefly gladdened by the fourth estate and its brutal honesty.