British Writer Pens The Best Description Of Trump I’ve Read


Someone on Quora asked “Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?” Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England wrote the following response:
 
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.
 

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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 snivelling 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.
 

Source: jobsanger: British Writer Pens The Best Description Of Trump I’ve Read

 

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459 thoughts on “British Writer Pens The Best Description Of Trump I’ve Read

  1. England prefers rooting for David? Are you kidding me? Ask the citizens in the North of Ireland if they see the occupation as David or Goliath! England tyranny and conquering throughout history is one of the biggest stories of bullying in history. Murdering freedom fighters, potato famine, moving Scottish citizens into Ireland to work conquered land and and and. I don’t like Trump either, but to wrap yourself in a cloak of holiness is extremely hypocritical. Give Ireland back to the Irish, then England can start to talk.

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    1. i,m Canadian and what you write about the imposter of the White House is right.It is easy for us to find out everything about that vulgar garbage bully he is our neighbor.

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  2. I’ve often said that trump is way beyond the perfect example of some type of life form, utterly without the most remote vestiges of a soul. J. Kirby smith.

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  3. The reason Trump lacks all the qualities mentioned at the beginning of this article is due to the fact he is a pathological narcissist, which makes him a sociopath. Sociopaths are incapable of humor, self-awareness, sympathy, empathy, and merely see other people as “things” that have no value or reality beyond how they can be used to inflate their fragile and wildly exaggerated egos, in constant need of reassurance. Trump is an empty and very frightened totally self-absorbed person with the emotional and mental state of a disturbed infant. Among the worst possible selections to have in a position of power.

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