An Englishman’s Eulogy to Donald Trump’s Presidency | Simon Bone
November 3rd came and went, and with it we saw the sun set on the glorious Trump era. Sure, there are challenges and there’s a lot to sort out before the president is called, but they won’t amount to anything. Come January 2021, Joe Biden will be inaugurated as President and the world of western politics will be, at least for now, back to some kind of normal. Ohh, how I loathe normal…
Donald Trump was the strangest president in modern history, perhaps the strangest president ever; he was crass, impolite, abrupt, aggressive, antagonistic, dismissive, sometimes childish and always arrogant, but my god, was he a breath of fresh air.
He was a desperately needed break from the western liberal dogmatism plaguing modern politics. For me Donald Trump is as close to political perfection as we are likely to get in the west; crass, crude, reactionary, terribly spoken, insulting, often petulant and even childish, lacking in political knowledge, lacking in any sort of etiquette, completely unaware of himself and arrogant beyond belief. In fact, you’d be forgiven for thinking the Donald has no redeeming qualities.
You would, however, be wrong. Everything about Donald Trump is beautiful. He is a chaotic disaster for the establishment, and they have no idea what to do with him. Democracy, that weapon which the elites use to perpetuate their influence in all of our lives, was wielded against them. How dare we? How dare we, as citizens, use the mechanisms of power to oppose the elites? How dare we challenge the establishment? How dare we indeed.
The election of Donald Trump, like Brexit, was the biggest F-you that the electorate could have possibly given to the establishment. The election of Donald Trump was the people telling the world that they still have control, they still have power, and still have authority. The people couldn’t have possibly asserted their supremacy any better than with the election of someone like Trump.
At every juncture, his potential to serve as president was mocked relentlessly. No one seriously entertained the prospect of a Trump presidency; this man hated by establishment Democrats and Republicans alike; this man with almost no celebrity or political friends, being lambasted by all avenues of the media. No one believed he could win, and no one considered that the people were still truly powerful enough to elect such an outlier.
Well, it turns out that democracy still lives. Like King Leonidas showing that the great emperor Xerxes could bleed, the power of the political establishment was shaken to the core by the ballot box and the valiant actions of the electorate in the USA. Their monopoly on politics and all things political was destroyed. People who had never spoken before demonstrated that they well and truly had a voice. His election was a brick through the window of the establishment, and their window was shattered with his ascension to power.
From day one we saw scandal after scandal, tweet after tweet, Russian conspiracy after Russian conspiracy. We saw him stand in front of the Queen, break any protocol he could get his hands on, call despotic tyrants “little rocket man”, insult Rosie O’Donnell, call out the bias in the media and their reporting, make ridiculous spelling errors which inferred he had met the “Prince of Whales” and attack political opponents in a completely unconventional, never before seen way.
He was aggressively ideological, morphing conservative foundations into a Trumpist ideological monolith, taking the country by storm and capturing the minds of those disillusioned with politics as usual. He became, in many ways, the leader of the cult of Trump, a philosophical cult founded on a disdain and distrust of the establishment political class.
Have you ever heard anyone say I don’t vote because they’re all the same? Well, Trump wasn’t the same; he was beautifully different. For his sins, the entire establishment class threw everything they had at him. From formal FBI investigation (which proved fruitless), to a baseless impeachment punt, nothing was off the table. And yet through it all, Trump endured, and in fact managed to produce a fair record.
He delivered on the wall, brought about record middle class tax cuts, severed red tape from numerous areas of development and business, showed strength on the world stage and left or diminished failing globalist projects such as the WHO and NATO, left diplomacy at the door with foreign policy in overseeing historic peace talks in the middle east, creating a discourse with North Korea, shifting to a protectionist, net trade surplus model of industry, decreasing all levels of unemployment, setting economic records and the rest.
You might notice that record isn’t referenced. There is a method behind that madness; there are innumerable articles shilling Trumps record and playing statistical political games and I don’t want to add to that white noise, but really, I don’t care about them. As far as I’m concerned, he was always going to prove effective and useful in the oval office, as you might expect from a businessman. It is what he represents that truly has me sold on Trumpism, and a supporter of the soon to be ex-president to the end.
Western liberal democracies are drowning in a well-established centrism that has been plaguing them all post-war. Even the Reagan/ Thatcher era was but a blip in the unrelenting forward march of centrism. Anywhere you find two party politics, you find centrism dominate. Thinking and change has been asphyxiated by the promise of easy power brought to the table by western liberalism. There is no ideological spectrum, only ideological grey.
Trump brought colour to this otherwise dull landscape. Trump was a temporary lifeboat to a world drowning in elitism and globalist predictability, a temporary break to the dogmatism of the elite political class. He was an expression of discontent and will forever be a figurehead of an alternative brand of politics. Populism, it seems, is the way to serious change, and Donald Trump was perhaps the most successful populist there has ever been.
And for that, he will be greatly missed. I hope he keeps tweeting; I hope he keeps a presence in American politics, and I wish him all the best. For now, I will mourn the death of Trumpism. It was killed in battle by the surreptitious globalists, on their unrelenting advance across the west, like locusts devouring fields of wheat. Let’s hope it wasn’t our last stand.