Come on, now.
Someone has to take Donald Trump’s Twitter off him. It doesn’t even have to be for ever. I mean, it should be. But it doesn’t have to be. It just needs to be for long enough. Long enough that he forgets that he ever used to tweet as much as he does. Long enough that he learns there are other ways to carry out diplomacy and important matters like not plunging the planet into a nuclear winter.
That’s the problem you have with Trump. For all intents and purposes he is a spoilt child acting out when he doesn’t get his own way. He’s clearly been like this all his life and, clearly, he’s surrounded himself with yes-men who agree wholeheartedly with every little bit of bullshit that slithers out of his mouth, or onto the internet via his fingers.
And, look at it this way, he must be bad because even Kim Jong Un is feeling it.
You know, he’s sat there quietly in North Korea doing whatever he does which, judging from the media pictures, is looking at things that are a long way away. He’s been voted North Korea’s Binoculars User Of The Year for several years running. That’s just the kind of guy he is. But he’s been quiet. He’s just been silently killing his own family for disagreeing with him and working on things that go boom, but he’s generally not been making a great deal of fuss. And then Trump comes along and does things and he feels the need to put down his binoculars and have a word or two.
Because that’s the problem you have with Kim Jong In. For all intents and purposes, he is a spoilt child acting out when he doesn’t get his own way. He’s clearly been like this all his life and he’s surrounded himself with yes-men who agree wholeheartedly with every thing he says.
But spoilt as he may be, Kim Jong Un is saying what we all think. Albeit with the alleged potential to blast the people of America into shadows on the sidewalks. He says that Trump is a mad man. And Trump is a mad man. I mean, look at his speech at the UN the other day – he referred to the basin-haired despot as Rocket Man. In public. Out loud.
I once worked with a woman who had been given the nickname “Thrush” because she was an annoying little… ahem. But it was never the done thing to call her that in public. I’m guessing that “Rocket Man” is the name they use in the White House when they’ve having a bit of banter in between trying to repeal the healthcare bill and crushing a minority group’s rights. And Trump has heard this and thought that it’s alright to just come out and call him that in public.
The way this is going, just before the warheads start pinging backwards and forwards like if Matthew Broderick had been really shit at noughts and crosses in Wargames, we’re going to end up with at least one round of the old playground classic “I know you are, but what am I?”