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.
 
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

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

  1. Don’t Follow Your ‘Leader’

    You can’t be a leader if you don’t want to lead
    That’s okay cause we don’t want to follow
    Your ego is boorish, your motives corrupt
    Your rhetoric too puerile to swallow

    When great leaders lead their people respond
    If you lead them with wisdom they follow
    But nobody wants a crude thug at the helm
    Whose focus is selfish and hollow

    If you don’t want to lead, that’s ok with us
    In bravado we don’t want to wallow
    You’ve shown us the wrong way, now we’ll go the right way
    If you like you are welcome to follow

    © Sam Steele Jun 2017

    1600 Pennsylvania Ave

    I’m a Canadian living in Scotland
    And Canadian friends will say
    Your heart belongs to Britain
    Cause you don’t live here, but away

    So many times I have told them
    (It’s a long-term battle cry)
    Don’t confuse a residence
    With where the loyalties lie.

    © Sam Steele Jul 2018

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