The Apocalyptic President
The Personification of an Imperial Power (and Planet) in Decline
Once upon a time, if you had described Donald Trump's America to me (the second time around), I would have thought you mad as Alice in Wonderland's proverbial hatter -- or, if you were a fiction writer, I would have considered your plot so ludicrous that, after reading a few pages, I would undoubtedly have tossed your book in the trash.
And yet here we are, not once (yes, all of us can make a mistake once, can't we?) but twice!
And the one thing you should take for granted is that Donald Trump in the White House a second time around is the all-too-literal personification of imperial decline. In fact, decline is hardly an adequate word for it. We just don't happen to have another word or phrase that would describe him and his crew aptly enough in all their eerie strangeness.Yes, this country, even in the best of (imperial) times, certainly had its problems.(Remember the Vietnam War, for instance, or President "Tricky Dick" Nixon and the Watergate scandal.) Still, nothing was ever quite like this, was it?Never.
The First American King?
A literal Mad Hatter in command in Washington, D.C. Once upon a time, who would have believed it?In fact, if we could indeed travel into the past and I were able to take you back to 1991 when the Soviet Union collapsed, ending the Cold War, while China had not yet faintly "risen," the world of that moment might essentially have been considered American property, lock, stock, and proverbial barrel.
This planet could have been thought of then as the property of just one great power -- my country, of course -- that, in imperial terms, had essentially been left alone on planet Earth in a fashion that might never have happened before in the history of humanity. And if I had then been able to see into our future and had tried to fill you in on the Trumpian world we're now living through a mere three decades later, you would have quite literally laughed me off the planet (and, believe me, that's putting it politely).
Truly, who could have ever (ever!) imagined this bizarre Trumpian era of ours in which the joker (in the worst sense of the term) in the ultimate deck of cards is indeed sitting in the White House. Yes, unbelievably enough, he was elected a second time in 2024 by a "sweeping," "landslide," "historic" 49.7% of American voters. It's true, not even 50% of us voted to make him the first American king a second time around.
And if that made you chuckle just a little, well, stop doing so right now! Yes, what happened to us in Trumpian terms was and remains genuinely absurd. Still, given this deeply endangered world of ours, it should be anything but funny.Just imagine for a moment, a president who, before entering the White House, was essentially known for only one thing: being the host of the TV show The Apprentice ("You're fired!"). Once upon a time, if you had described the (ir)reality we're now living through, you would have been laughed not just out of the room but off this planet. You would, in short, have been fired.
In fact, if what we're now experiencing were a novel, it would be considered to have the most ludicrous plot imaginable and, a few pages in, you would undoubtedly have tossed it into -- yes, again! -- the trash. (Unfortunately, it's not just you or me but this planet itself that Donald Trump now threatens to toss into that garbage pail.)
So here we are in February 2026 and, like it or not, we're all apprentices to one Donald J. Trump -- oops, sorry, one President Donald J. Trump. And the ongoing TV show he emcees these days from the White House is undoubtedly the wackiest one in our history, as he fires not just everyone but everything that rubs him the wrong way from the Kennedy Center (gone!) to the East Wing of the White House (now rubble) to the U.S. Agency for International Development (once upon a time").
One way to think about all of this is to go back in time and imagine that, long, long ago, Isaac Asimov or Ray Bradbury wrote a science fiction novel with a distinctly bizarre premise: that, at some future moment, thanks to the endless burning of fossil fuels, we humans would essentially threaten to burn ourselves off planet Earth.And when the voters of the world's largest democracy heard that such a thing might, sooner or later, actually happen to us, they would respond by freely electing a genuine madman -- who ran his second candidacy in 2024 on the all-too-bluntly apocalyptic slogan "drill, baby, drill" -- to "lead" us into a literal hell on earth. Now, of course, that "president" is insisting that he be given the largest iced island on this planet, Greenland, that, were all its ice to melt (as indeed is already beginning to happen), could send global sea levels up by 23 feet and quite literally drown this world's coastal cities.Imagine that!
And now, try to imagine this: in 2026, such terrible fiction is, in fact, our reality and one thing is guaranteed (excuse the colons inside colons but this is a strange, strange world to try to sum up): it's only going to get worse in the three years to come before Donald Trump's presidency is officially ended, if, of course, it ever does end. (As he typically said at one point last year, "Based on what I read, I guess I'm not allowed to run. So we'll see what happens," and he's now talking about "nationalizing" -- think "Trumpifying" -- our elections!)
Given him and everything that's gone on so far in his second term in office, including the way he recently had Director of National Intelligence Tulsi Gabbard accompany FBI agents to an election voting hub in Fulton County, Georgia, where they "seized hundreds of boxes containing ballots and other documents related to the 2020 election," I wouldn't count on anything Trumpian ending according to plan. Whew! That was one long sentence!
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