It has been said before, and it will likely be said again: nearly everything Donald Trump says about people he doesn’t like is actually a description of himself.
Consider the nicknames. “Crooked Hillary.” “Lyin’ Ted.” “Little Marco.” “Low Energy Jeb.” “Crazy Bernie.” “Pocahontas.” “Sleepy Joe.” “Sloppy Steve.” “Nervous Nancy.” The New York Times catalogued hundreds of these from his Twitter feed alone between 2015 and 2021. What’s striking isn’t the volume — it’s the consistency. A man who built his brand on the claim of superior intelligence chose name-calling as his primary rhetorical weapon. That should have been the first red flag. We missed it.
It wasn’t.
Then there’s the legendary Art of the Deal — the book that supposedly proved his genius as a negotiator. Look closer at what that actually means in practice. Refuse to pay contractors. Litigate until they can’t afford to fight back. Call the settlement a victory. Or on the world stage: threaten to obliterate a nation because you control the most powerful military on earth, wait for them to flinch, and declare yourself a master statesman.
That isn’t dealmaking. That isn’t negotiation. That isn’t statesmanship. That’s a child throwing a tantrum until someone hands him what he wants — and mistaking the result for skill.
This is the man we chose to represent the United States to the rest of the world.
What? We should worry?
It has been said before, and it will likely be said again: nearly everything Donald Trump says about people he doesn’t like is actually a description of himself.
Consider the nicknames. “Crooked Hillary.” “Lyin’ Ted.” “Little Marco.” “Low Energy Jeb.” “Crazy Bernie.” “Pocahontas.” “Sleepy Joe.” “Sloppy Steve.” “Nervous Nancy.” The New York Times catalogued hundreds of these from his Twitter feed alone between 2015 and 2021. What’s striking isn’t the volume — it’s the consistency. A man who built his brand on the claim of superior intelligence chose name-calling as his primary rhetorical weapon. That should have been the first red flag. We missed it.
It wasn’t.
Then there’s the legendary Art of the Deal — the book that supposedly proved his genius as a negotiator. Look closer at what that actually means in practice. Refuse to pay contractors. Litigate until they can’t afford to fight back. Call the settlement a victory. Or on the world stage: threaten to obliterate a nation because you control the most powerful military on earth, wait for them to flinch, and declare yourself a master statesman.
That isn’t dealmaking. That isn’t negotiation. That isn’t statesmanship. That’s a child throwing a tantrum until someone hands him what he wants — and mistaking the result for skill.
This is the man we chose to represent the United States to the rest of the world.
So yes — just how stupid are we?
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