It might be the first time in the history of global politics that Russia elected a United States president. But that would probably be an over-simplification on last night’s election results.
In an era that places a premium on financial prudence, long term planning, skilled diplomacy and environmental awareness, the US electorate took one look at a short-tempered, tax-dodging, xenophobic, misogynistic, climate change skeptic, bigoted, adulterous, serial groper and said: Yeah, he will do!
Lift your skirt up, America, and think pleasant thoughts.
Expecting Donald Trump to make America “great again”, with a sales pitch so unsophisticated that it should be written in crayon, is like asking a six-year-old to drive you to work. She might get you there. But is it worth the risk? And what would your car look like in the end?
Yet pointing the finger of blame at the judgment of millions of Americans—or questioning the racial tolerance of more than half of the country—might also be short-sighted. This is, after all, a country that recently voted for Barack Obama. Twice!
So what’s less appealing than a young black candidate with a Kenyan father or an old white bigoted one? Apparently Hillary Clinton.
Presumably, given a choice between Zika, Ebola, Hillary and certain death, America’s first female presidential nominee could only hope to come in third. And that is only among voters who don’t believe in an after-life.
So then democracy is nothing more than a game show-styled popularity contest for politicians. And The Donald knows a thing or two about those—or at least he is more versed in that arena than discussing foreign policy and nuclear responsibility.
But I suspect there is even more to it than that.
Obama, as he stumped for Hillary, insisted that his Democratic successor was the most qualified candidate ever for the job of US president. Clearly, that was a double-edged sword. At a time when distrust of politicians is at an all-time low, promoting her credentials as the “supreme politician” might have been an own goal.
The public would rather trust a buffoon than a politician at the moment. And they proved it.
It is “Brexit” all over again. There are growing cross-sections of the population who are so sickened by their lot in life and incensed by the “rigged system”—and isn’t it ironic now to see the real cost of the Democratic party’s undermining of Bernie Saunders?—that they no longer trust conventional wisdom on anything.
Here on the two island republic—as Finance Minister Colm Imbert laughs at the weak suckers who are the victims of his price hikes—there might be growing numbers who are more open to the idea of the Movement for Social Justice (MSJ) or even Errol Fabien in the driver’s seat. Any port for a storm, as the cliché goes.
With the likes of Anil Roberts, Jack Warner and Anand Ramlogan followed by Imbert, Marlene McDonald and Camille Robinson-Regis, can things really get worse?
The answer is, of course, a resounding: Yes! Things can always get worse. Just ask any supporter of the West Indies cricket team.
The United States population is about to find that out.
Born, raised and indoctrinated in their democratic system, the “Yanks” decided to vote for the closest thing they could find to anarchy. It might go down in history as the most hair-brained people’s revolution of all time.
In their quest for a leader to address their lowered self-esteem, fear of foreigners and uncomfortable position under the heel of corporate America, they turned to an unscrupulous tax dodging, employee abusing, egotistical member of the parasitic oligarchy with a fake tan, hair transplant, foreign trophy wife and Russian premier Vladimir Putin on his My Lime list.
The turkeys, desperate, angry and confused, have finally voted for Thanksgiving.
Well, go ahead Donald. Grab ‘em by the pussy!