Anti-Trump poster seen in Washington, DC.
Gandalv :: @Microinteracti1
Here’s what nobody tells you about being the most powerful man on earth. At some point, you stop being powerful. And then, rather inconveniently, everything you did while you were powerful becomes somebody else’s problem to sort out.
Donald Trump is currently in year two of his second term. He has renamed a cultural institution after himself, closed it, unleashed what can generously be described as a paramilitary immigration force on his own cities, and apparently authorised military strikes where survivors were finished off in the water. He did all of this with the serene confidence of a man who has never once faced a consequence.
And here’s the thing. Domestically, he may be right. His own Supreme Court essentially invented a new legal principle specifically for him, which is a level of judicial favouritism that would make even a dodgy FIFA referee blush. But the International Criminal Court did not get that memo. Neither did Germany. Neither did the Netherlands. And critically, neither did Scotland, where Trump owns a golf course he may never visit again without a very awkward phone call from The Hague. Rodrigo Duterte thought he was untouchable too. He is currently attending his war crimes trial via video link from a detention cell in the Netherlands. Which is, one has to admit, not how most people picture retirement.
His cabinet will spend the next several decades buried in lawsuits, disbarment proceedings and foreign legal complications. There will be no quiet farm. No memoirs tour in London. No honorary degrees. Just paperwork. Eternal, relentless, internationally sourced paperwork. Stay connected, Follow Gandalv
