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Playboy of the Western Hemisphere


Exceeding all expectations for ruining a new year so quickly, Trump and his band of useful idiots, seemingly avoiding any of the constitutional checks and balances, enacted precisely the sort of decapitation attack on a sovereign nation to take control of power and resources that was aimed at Ukraine a few years ago... although this time the pretext was the soon-to-be infamous Donroe Doctrine, which, frankly, simply states that anything the Americans want in the Western Hemisphere (which includes Mexico, Cuba, Canada and Greenland) they can take... just because. It's a very ugly self-serving doctrine from a time when the USA was an underdog fighting off imperial powers from Europe; now, it is the basis for the law of the jungle, otherwise known as might makes right. The biggest Silverback wins.

There's so much contradiction and risk of blowback here, it's astonishing if unsurprising that a sociopath would go against decades of their anti-quagmire anti-nation building rhetoric to announce the "running" of a separate foreign nation of about 30 million people, the size of about California. The main complaints from the list of many critics of the actions, which so far does not include the UK, includes it is illegal; it will embolden China and other superpowers; and that it is impossible to take control of Venezuela without long-term US military commitment, and great expense; not to mention it is venal, unethical, and a blunt expression of crude (pun intended) power politics.

Trump has stripped the thin veneer off Western moral exceptionalism (not for the first time) - we're all just animals fighting with tooth and claw, and anyone who follows laws or morality is a sucker. Oddly, this man is loved by some US Christians... yet there is unlikely to be a less Christian person in the world today. His Chaotic Evil approach is moving into ever-darker actions. One wonders if soon Greenland will be under the rule of Hegseth and co.

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