Maybe next year, Donald.
Your perennial efforts at securing a Nobel Peace Prize will have to wait until at least 2026. But don’t give up! If things keep going the way they’re going, maybe by this time next year you will have scratched enough backs, remembered enough previous favors, and dabbled in delusion and outright lying often enough to have stopped every major and minor conflict anywhere in the world. And someone will have compiled a list of these achievements so the folks on the committee have a quick reference tool and will be duly impressed by all the great work you’ve been doing. Single-handedly, no less. The Jeffrey Epstein files will be a faded memory.
Trouble is, there will be people who actually understand the difficulty of protracted, historically messy and ferocious differences of opinion, and who will express doubt about the ease with which you operate and claim victory. There will be questions concerning an actual framework for sustainable peace with long-term provisions. And of course, there will be consideration of the source—you. Your biggest detriment will always be you, and the mystifyingly loyal mouthpieces groveling at your feet. Because you’re a bombastic, sniveling crybaby who needs to be constantly stroked and fed and only sees dollar signs.
And maybe your secrets are catching up with you.
Peace? Real peace? You couldn’t care less about it. You have no idea what it is or how to achieve it. You just want to grab the headlines and the bling, and to wave it all in President Obama’s face.
All this while the country you’re supposed to be leading and inspiring rots in place. Because of you. On your watch, and that of the deceived and delusional brain trust propping you up.
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