Trump is often described as a Clown.
A Clown myself I feel qualified to tell you that he in fact is a Clown, but not in the way you think.
The American Clown has a very shallow tradition. The Circus Clowns of the Barnum and Bailey and Ringlings days were predominantly modified English variety hall acts initially and they had a specific role to play.
They were distractions.
The Elephants are being led from the ring, their large props tipped and rolled towards the other exit.
Above riggers are lowering the flying trapeze and deftly deploying the safety net.
The Clown stumbles into the light.
All focus falls at the new distraction.
That's Trump, global economic pratfalls, hamfisted military japes, his character lives in his own perpetual fourth wall, an excessive kinetic element to him and he barely tries to conceal his malevolence, Exhaustingly captivating for a decade.
So if he's the Clown I say he is then the question is, what have the riggers been doing the last decade?
What props have been wheeled out?
What has happened while we all fixated on the Clown?
Well Gaza and Ukraine are providing the usual suspects with unrelenting profits.
The US State mechanism's been DOGE'd, dismantled in part and looted via multiple fiscal corridors.
The child raping for sport and phycological empowerment aristocracy remains opaque in plain sight.
Security industries remain a growth industry. Ice and border control now have $183 billion available.
Most importantly the worlds population has now been firmly conditioned, without consent, to be subsumed by the attention economy,
About 54% of the worlds population owns a smartphone and of that 54%
An unknown percentage are effectively subservient to its wiles.
Lost digital reactionaries, third party nodes. Barely sentient navel fluff.
That's roughly the last decades main developments in a chunky soup but the new artificial flavour is AI which, along with the attention economy is barely digested and simply consumed whole while the largest emergent factor in obscurity is the bowl itself.
The planet we live in unfortunately seems to be broken beyond repair and our extinction is far more credible than the ravings of smelly men who live under bridges might suggest.
Tribulations of an order wherein crops fail, systems collapse, fires rage, people choke, cities drown, populations surge towards pointed guns. The increasing mixture of carbon dioxide in the air will retard us so that as a species we'll expire with minimum contemplation. If you take your eyes off the Clown you can see it already.
In the face of that, of everything plankton and above exiting the food-chain and fires and floods and famines and plagues and tipping points
-and those bunkers for the rich.
They won't be sheltering, they'll be suited up and pushing out the perimeters and preemptively organising raiding party's for sport and blood ritual.
Don't you think we might look back at this last decade, say 20 years from now when the populations halved and think with as wry a grin as we can muster.
'That Trump guy, snort...Clown!'
and revel in the memories of being outraged at his child-raping while we chew luxuriously on the limb of someone else's kid we swapped for an axe .
Trumps a Clown, he eats attention while scenes change in the background.
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