Why It’s Time To Admit Why Donald Trump Is Still The “President”
Despite the irrevocable damage of his tumultous reign
Donald Trump never imagined that he would win the presidency, but like most egomaniacs who thrive off of the audacity of their celebrated privilege, the real estate tycoon and reality TV star, couldn’t resist the opportunity to pursue something that was completely out of his league.
It’s not at all shocking that Trump’s presidency is happening during one of the most toxic eras of our lifetime.
America the beautiful, has historically inspired more ugliness than beauty, and that fact doesn’t warrant any explanation because the residue from centuries past is sifting with authoritative pungency through the national corridors of our existence.
Social media has also evolved into the machine of our discontent, as platforms that were never built to police behavior since that would bomb blast the initial blueprint of allowing users to indulge in chaotic cannibalism — are now grasping for ways to legally maintain that flailing status quo.
Mark Zuckerbeg, the boy genius of Facebook, who enjoyed the limelight and ceremonious introduction through the hit movie, Social Network, is still in the eye of the storm, that manifested from his timely creation. And we’ve been privy to his dishonesty of being unbelievably naive, as it pertains to how Facebook was primed as the vessel of informational disorganization.
It’s the perfect reveal of how human nature can be so easily fucked with for the pleasure and gain of greedy fuck heads.
Twitter CEO Jack Dorsey has also been tossed into the gauntlet, after spending the summer defending the reasons why nefarious characters like Alex Jones, can’t be permanently silenced, even when lines have been crossed beyond reason. His inability to deliver a response that can be received with open arms by frustrated naysayers is proof of the ultimate betrayal, that unfolds when you sign up for an experience that is meant to sacrifice the jewel of humanness.
As much as victories are garnered by tweeting together in the name of justice and for the causes that matter, as well as the honor of cursing out the yellow-haired oaf in The White House as many times as we can muster — there’s also the darker side of engagement that supplies us with ammunition to turn against each other for the benefit of the maddening crowd.
The rage against the machine has become the catalyst for how the tools we can’t live without, can install the very characteristics we swore never to internalize.
As a result, you have the displeasure of witnessing the misplacement of hate, and how the hateful rhetoric that was supposed to be reserved for folks who consider the president a hero, is now being spliced into a generalized practice that resembles a mindset — that was once rejected by the ones you thought you knew.
And how very generous that we’re at least armed with the buttons that help to ease the pain, when the avalanche of attacks are too heavy to accommodate.
Trump chose the right time to torment the world, and his presence is heavily shielded by his Whiteness, and how it secures his freedom to be as nasty as he wants to be without caution or restraint. He’s allowed to defecate all over the world stage, and purposely destroy the reputation of a country that he evidently hates more than himself.
He consistently abuses his power as the Commander-in-Chief through the misuse of his portal of choice, as his tweets are dangerously unfiltered, callously provoking, and detrimentally threatening, and yet those who are committed to serving him, are savvily able to avoid public condemnation, in favor of protecting the hampered reputation of an over-grown baby.
His damning European tour — where he not only devastated relations with longstanding allies, but also pledged his allegiance to Russia’s Vladimir Putin, despite the evidence of dictatorial tactics, and how it’s been used as a threat to our democracy — will always be the blotted stain on his already twisted legacy.
But even more than that, is the nagging realization of how White men can thoroughly enjoy the process of behaving badly without the consequences that should accompany such reckless disregard for the compulsory element of decorum and humaneness.
It’s hard to imagine the first ever Black president, making his debut on the world stage, by seizing that opportunity to dismantle the building blocks of solid alliances, that were carefully assembled to ensure the continued bond — that is strengthened by common interests that includes the defeat of global detractors and sustainment of world peace.
You can’t fathom President Obama returning home to a reception that doesn’t eat him alive with verbal assault from critics on both sides, who rely on racially-charged insults to tear him apart, while celebrating the activation of his impeachment, and how his resounding failure will prevent the inauguration of another non-White president.
Trump survived his horrendous European trip, with the full backing of the GOP, because White males are allowed to royally fuck up, and not have to face the firing squad.
He can still be the President of the United States, even if there’s nothing remotely “united” about the nation that he’s torn to pieces with his brutal nonchalance and steadfast commitment to the doctrines of White supremacy, which Republicans have silently re-claimed, in an effort to wash out the historical blemishes of the Black man who invaded the Oval Office not too long ago.
And now at the United Nations General Assembly, the U.S. president is once again thrust in the same spotlight that his predecessors managed to endure with dignity and grace, and the level of humility that befits the leader of the free world — but this time that role has been tragically altered, as this particular leader, has chosen to be maniacal in his approach.
So much so, that he can’t resist the chance to boastfully hoist his narcissism at a venue that suggests the very opposite display of acknowledgement and demeanor.
The laughter that erupted is no laughing matter, and can’t be taken lightly.
It’s frighteningly appalling to witness how valuable White privilege is to the core of America’s civility, and how it can’t be thwarted by the emergencies of our lifetime.
Nothing can ever overpower the diseased authority of White men, even when there’s no question of their epically deplorable mannerisms, and how this train wreck is unleashing more casualties than we can afford to amass within a relatively short period of time.
The designated enablers are also to blame for coddling their master with no remorse or conscience, and that’s demonstrated by how they pathetically bandage terminally infected wounds that keep flaring up — each time their incompetent boss opens his mouth.
To have the U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations, Nikki Haley, avidly co-signing Trump’s bad behavior with the falsehood of his well-intentioned actions, speaks volumes, and basically reminds of how White men are immune to the governmental riots that Obama had to weather, despite his stellar track record.
Haley is a national disgrace, and hopefully history will record the immense role she played in the utter destruction of America’s vital organ, that was instituted to sustain the global valve of diplomacy.
When probed about the loud laughter heard around the world, Haley cowardly offered this head-scratching response:
“They loved how honest he is.” “It’s not diplomatic and they find it funny. … When he goes and he is very truthful, they kind of were taken back by it.”
All day yesterday, they were falling over themselves to get a picture with him, to talk about how great his speech was. … They love that he’s honest with them and they’ve never seen anything like it, so there’s respect there. I saw that the media was trying to make it something disrespectful. That’s not what it was ― they love to be with him.”
White privilege permits the normalcy of inappropriate outrageousness, and how that level of outlandishness can be translated into a narrative that preserves the religion of Whiteness on a grander scale.
A day after Trump made America a cringe-worthy punchline — this happened:
As long as White supremacy remains the preferred currency of a country that is nostalgic for the days of “Whites only,” my ability to embrace any ounce of optimism will be impaired until further notice.
Conservatives and liberals have proven how much they have in common when it comes to ensuring that White males in powerful positions will always be protected by the belief that no matter how bad it gets, it will be even worse if Whiteness is reduced to mediocrity.
President Trump is still Commander-in-Chief because his pedigree and race have ordained him in the same way Pope Francis still oversees an establishment that’s bleeding to death — from the wounds he helped puncture.
Both men are untouchables, despite how high the stakes are, and their contribution to an ailing system that won’t be healed because of how religion can surpass the rules of humanity in the name of a God that has been direly misunderstood — or how Whiteness is pure enough to withstand the messiness of unrelenting privilege.
It’s finally time to admit why Donald Trump is still allowed to be as nasty as he wants to be without the regulations that would swiftly oust a non-White leader of the free world.
We can’t afford to glaze over the obvious, because the future of humanity depends on this truth.