trumpWell, what can I say? Donald Trump is now officially President Trump; no great surprise, as his inauguration was advertised well in advance of the event. The talking point in the week leading up to it was the paucity of performers willing to participate, though I was relieved to be spared all that as a viewer. A Presidential inauguration ceremony isn’t half-time at the Superbowl, and I don’t recall entertainers being an intrinsic element of the ritual on the steps of the Capitol Building before the ‘Rumours’ Fleetwood Mac line-up reunited for Bill Clinton’s first bash in 1993 – or perhaps the Glenn Miller Band played at one of FDR’s numerous inaugurations and I was unaware of it.

The anticipated protests took place on the streets of Washington, but didn’t get anywhere near the parade route; as far as I can tell, the activities of the masked men were limited to smashing a few windows and – Shock! Horror! – pushing a few bins over. That should send out one hell of a message to the Donald that he’s up against a formidable enemy; ditto that chinless cinematic faux-anarchist Michael Moore, a man who pleaded on camera for Hillary Clinton not to become the Democratic nominee as he listed her failings and then pleaded on camera for the American electorate to vote for her when she did become the Democratic nominee, failings still intact.

The initial entertainment factor at Trump’s inauguration, rather than coming from pop stars, largely emanated from spotting ancient ex-Presidents arriving, none more so than Jimmy Carter, 92 years young; the only living post-Carter President absent was George Bush Senior, currently in hospital. Seeing Clinton, Bush Jr and Obama sharing the same podium did have the look of a ‘Doctor Who’ story when the Timelord’s previous incarnations get together; but it is strange when one considers Trump was sworn-in for the first time when he’s already the same age as his distant predecessors Bush Jr and Clinton are today. After eight years of a President born during JFK’s era, we’re back to the Truman generation.

Watching Trump hold up his little hand and repeat those famous lines certainly had more than a touch of parallel universe unreality about it; everyone knew it was coming, but it needed to be seen to be believed, to finally confirm it had really happened. When rain began to fall as soon as Trump had taken the oath of office and prepared to make his speech, no doubt some would melodramatically claim the Washington skies were symbolically weeping, though watching on TV, all I could think of was wondering what shape his hair might take when exposed to the elements.

Trump’s speech stuck to the core rhetoric at the heart of his campaign when going head-to-head with Hillary – the promise to revitalise the dead industries of America’s rustbelt, to end inner-city gang warfare and to give the country back to the people; what Obama must have thought when the inaugural address of his successor implied his Presidency had achieved very little on the home front probably won’t be known till the 44th President gets round to writing his memoirs; but I doubt Obama was reflecting on all the innocent lives his drones had extinguished during his two terms.

The headline-grabbing statements and choreographed controversies Trump specialised in during both his run for the Republican nomination and his clash with Hillary was akin to the chest-beating bravado that boxers exhibit at the weigh-in before their bout; come the moment he finally achieved the impossible by ascending to the White House, it was expected he no longer had any need to employ such contentious and divisive tactics, something that his unexpected conciliatory attitude towards his opponent re the fate he threatened her with during the Presidential Election seemed to point towards once he won the Presidency. However, Trump’s ongoing Twitter spats suggest it’s simply not in him to tone down his naturally combative nature, even when installed in the Oval Office.

How this nature will play out on the world stage, let alone domestic politics, remains to be seen; and I suppose it is the unpredictability of such an erratic character attaining the ultimate seat of power that is the main cause for concern when it comes to his detractors. At the same time, after years of persistent accusations that politicians are a bland breed straight off the android conveyor belt, having someone as the western world’s unofficial leader who bucks that trend with such brash vulgarity is part of Trump’s appeal, not dissimilar to the way in which many people find the eccentric persona Boris Johnson has cultivated a refreshing alternative to his fellow Parliamentarians.

The curious traditions of the US Presidency, whereby the new man at the top doesn’t take charge till two months after winning the Election, present the incoming holder of the office with customary American theatrically on the day he can actually be addressed as Mr President. As someone who has become a household name as the star of a reality TV show, it seemed fitting for Donald Trump to begin his reign in such settings, though what comes next is something that even Trump has never experienced before – the genuine power to affect the lives of millions who’ve never even seen his crappy television programme. So, strap yourselves in; it’s going to be a very interesting ride.

© The Editor

17 thoughts on “TRUMPETTY-TRUMP

  1. The Trumpening? The Trumpocaust? The Trumpocalypse? The Trumpture? The Entrumpenment?

    Just as all the hope expressed for change and “Yes, We Can” was dreadfully deluded nd eviscerated by Obama’s own actions (or rather, non-actions), so I believe Trump will not live up/down to the worst fears of his detractors.

    We’re in for a shit time, whoever won that damned election (except if Saunders had been nominated as the Democrat Presidential candidate). Hillary would have visited more wars upon us, more instability in Syria and Ukraine… and meantime we still have people dying here because they have been refused sickness benefits because we’re afraid one person in a million might game the system.

    I’m sick of this world. Fuck ’em all.

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    1. Meanwhile, in the recent honours list, two directors at the DWP were awarded CBEs ‘for services to welfare reform’. The mind boggles. As for Trump, he’s little more than a frontman for a system that upholds the status quo, whoever fronts it; like Obama, he may harbour hopes of shaking things up, and though he may find it easier to achieve some of his aims working with the same Republicans who blocked every reform Obama tried to instigate, I doubt much will change for the average American over the next four years.
      Chin up, old chap. We’ve been here before, after all. We remember Reagan and Dubya, but we got through it.


      1. Indeed. Reasons for crawling out of bed on a morning are sometimes thin on the ground, but for me there’s only one alternative and I don’t want to go there yet; sailed too close to that wind in the past. After a trio of posts without a comment and low viewing figures I was beginning to wonder if it was worth carrying on with this here blog, to be honest; but I can’t stop stuff coming out when it wants to, and I suppose as a conduit for that I serve at least some sort of purpose. Without wishing to sound like a sappy self-help guru, if we’ve got just the one thing to cling to, that’s still one thing that can make ‘it’ worthwhile. And I always value your contributions on here; you are amongst friends.


      2. Thanks. I read you but don’t always comment because I don’t feel i have anything relevant / funny / insightful / contrarily sincere to write. So don’t give up, please.

        Maybe my mood is down to listening to too much of the new Nick Cave album!

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  2. Your blog is one of my reasons for getting out of bed in the morning!

    Trump was inaugurated, the sun still rose and my Dog needed feeding and walking. On the whole I am glad Hillary was Trumped, but time will tell. I decided a while back not to worry about things I can’t do anything about, and the American Election is one of those things. My main concerns at the moment are planning the veg garden and whether I really need to plant as many Jerusalem Artichokes this year as last year…

    Please keep on keeping on with the blog – I don’t comment very often, but come to visit you every day.

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    1. I appreciate that and take your point. That’s probably why I’ve been putting posts out every other day rather than every day at the moment. I sometimes look at the headlines and wonder what on earth can be said about some of them that hasn’t been said already.


  3. I find this time of year hard work too – that and ‘flu which has lasted for a while now have kept me quieter than usual. What on earth will happen, I cannot say. One can work on the assumption that Trump will fail on most of his promises – or could it just be that in a mad, cack handed bullying way he provide a sort of Forrest Gump genius. Probably not. And then we spectacle of enraged “progressives” and “liberals”, many (for reasons which really do escape me) dressed as vaginas, generally screeching a collective “waaaaaaaaaaaaa!” in a way which some of my social meeja find, quite understandably, both distasteful and pathetic. Eddy Izzard, Scarlett Johansson (I’m sorry dear, you’re a terribly good actress and very pretty but I don’t give a shit about your gynaecological history), Madonna, Katy Perry – you are part of the problem, not the solution. You didn’t really do so well for Hillary in the campaign, did you? Emily Pankhurst you are not.
    For all that Trump is loathsome and possibly very dangerous, there is a sort of glee to be had in watching celebs and luvvies and people dressed as vaginas engaging in interpretative dance protests being so outraged. It’s quite entertaining.
    A proper analysis would of course take years, but at its heart it’s very simple. Progressives hate and despise traditional and often but not exclusively – white Americans. And enough people got sick of it to send a colossal, collective “Fuck You” called Donald Trump.
    There is a polemic written by a Spectator journalist – I think Brendan O Neil but don’t me – which went viral on my social meejaa. It was in response to the question “Why Trump”. I will see if I can paste it below.

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  4. And here it is


    It happened because you banned super-size sodas. And smoking in parks. And offensive ideas on campus. Because you branded people who oppose gay marriage ‘homophobic’, and people unsure about immigration ‘racist’. Because you treated owning a gun and never having eaten quinoa as signifiers of fascism. Because you thought correcting people’s attitudes was more important than finding them jobs. Because you turned ‘white man’ from a description into an insult. Because you used slurs like ‘denier’ and ‘dangerous’ against anyone who doesn’t share your eco-pieties. Because you treated dissent as hate speech and criticism of Obama as extremism. Because you talked more about gender-neutral toilets than about home repossessions. Because you beatified Caitlyn Jenner. Because you policed people’s language, rubbished their parenting skills, took the piss out of their beliefs. Because you cried when someone mocked the Koran but laughed when they mocked the Bible. Because you said criticising Islam is Islamophobia. Because you kept telling people, “You can’t think that, you can’t say that, you can’t do that”. Because you turned politics from something done by and for people to something done to them, for their own good. Because you treated people like shit. And people don’t like being treated like shit. Trump happened because of you.

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  5. An interesting ride as you say. For all the braggadocio and vulgar language he has exhibited so far (how like my sergeant-major seventy years ago) Mr Trump’s arrival on the scene may turn out to be a blessing in disguise for the western world which certainly needs a good shake-up. The Office does make the Man sometimes: look at Harry Truman, once scorned as the draper from Missouri, who surely now counts as one of the really great American presidents.

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