THE BEST DESCRIPTION OF TRUMP EVER!
"A few
things spring to mind.
Trump lacks
certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem.
For instance,
he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit,
no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no
humility, no honour and no grace - all qualities, funnily enough, with which
his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.
So for us,
the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly
sharp relief.
Plus, we like
a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry,
witty or even faintly amusing - not once, ever.
I don’t say
that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact
is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility - for us, to lack humour
is almost inhuman.
But with
Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is - his
idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of
cruelty.
Trump is a
troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only
crows or jeers.
And scarily,
he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults - he actually thinks in them.
His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk
nastiness.
There is
never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface.
Some
Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.
Well, we
don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.
And in
Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are
plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist.
Trump is
neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that.
He’s not even
a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.
He’s more a
fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he
is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully.
That is,
except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a sniveling sidekick instead.
There are
unspoken rules to this stuff - the Queensberry rules of basic decency - and he
breaks them all. He punches downwards - which a gentleman should, would, could
never do - and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to
kick the vulnerable or voiceless - and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact
that a significant minority - perhaps a third - of Americans look at what he
does, listen to what he says, and then think 'Yeah, he seems like my kind of
guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people,
given that:
* Americans
are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
* You don't
need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last
point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other
people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss.
After all,
it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two,
without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he
is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even
his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows
there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people
too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid.
He makes
Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.
In fact, if
Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws - he
would make a Trump.
And a
remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and
scream in anguish:
'My God…
what… have… I… created?
If being a
twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set."
I couldn’t
have said it better myself!
