Donald Trump becomes American president again.
In one of America's greatest cartoon theme parks in the world even Mickey Mouse must have stifled a chuckle and laugh or two. Florida has, it seemed, declared Donald Trump as President of the United States of America yet again. We knew it would happen like this so this was the way we knew this one would pan out. The election of a new American president always seems to bring some kind of emotional baggage with it but this morning the United States of America woke up to another thrilling instalment of Groundhog Day. The good people of America are resilient souls and they know how to roll with the punches. But today is just history repeating itself, a mirror reflection of 2016 and 2020.
This morning Donald Trump will become the 47th president of the United States of America and some of us are wiping our eyes with puzzlement and bemusement in a way we never thought we would. A vast majority of the American population will probably be just beside itself, delighted, ecstatic, relieved more than anything else, gripped with a sense of vindication, knowing full well Trump would get back into the White House again.
Objective eyes could hardly be less indifferent because we could never understand the complex machinations of American politics or any of the global political barminess that continues to follow the behind the scenes manoeuvrings and whispered discussions that get progressively louder before every American election. But today has a feeling of inevitability about it, a sense that of course we've been here before because we have quite undoubtedly.
The cult of Donald Trump is now so firmly embedded in American culture and every political ideology you can possibly imagine, that this morning will not come as an earth-shuddering surprise. Trump has felt every conspiracy theory in the land for the last four years and still maintains he was unfairly robbed by Joe Biden and that all the forces of evil were hounding him. He was deeply incensed that it took America four years to come to its senses so it's about time justice was seen to be done.
Trump still thinks he deserves to be President of the Free World because his egotistical nature, which is the size of an American condominium, is confirming everything we always knew, anyway. Donald Trump loves himself and is convinced that he's the best thing since sliced bread. Britain doesn't know what to believe but it does like a winner. Trump fits the bill perfectly. He came to his podium in front of thousands of enraptured Trump fans and a forest of phones took their triumphant photos.
But despite all the attempted assassinations which only grazed the Trump eardrum, the run up to this American election has become almost tediously controversial. Now of course such a statement seems to make no sense whatsoever but you can't help but think nobody has spiked anybody's drink. A sober assessment of the recent goings on across the USA reveals nothing more than two people grabbing each other's throats, attacking each other's faults and deficiencies and remaining steadfast in their hatred of each other.
Both flagrantly questioned each other's sanity, both have accused each other of suffering from an incurably sociopathic illness and then finally dismissed each other as demented fools. Both, they believe, should be locked up in a lunatic asylum and never allowed to walk the streets of New York or Washington ever again. Trump, for his part, thinks the whole world should bow before him deferentially as one of the mightiest and most outstanding leaders of any country. He really would like be regarded as political royalty with all the trappings of British monarchy.
This morning though it does look very much as if Donald Trump has done it again. Surely the most comical, most incomprehensible, at times seemingly hilarious man ever to become President of the United States is about to put his feet under the table at the Oval Office again. Some will refer to him as one of the craziest, most ill educated and idiotic men ever to walk into the White House with a straight face. Maybe somebody will pinch us and tell us that we were dreaming this but Hollywood has our full permission to fulfil our wildest fantasies.
Now across the whole of America, the whole of the Democratic party are now crying into their beer yet again. Kamala Harris, the woman most of her ardent supporters hoped would become the first female President, is now licking the bleeding wounds of almost certain defeat. For Harris read Hilary Clinton who did everything to woo the hearts of the American public but then realised she was up against impossible odds.
Clinton lost her private battle quite convincingly and a man called Donald Trump came blustering into our vision, gesturing expansively with both sets of hands, raising his voice over and over again, grandstanding ostentatiously, showboating almost constantly and then doing a passable impersonation of Muhammad Ali. He was the greatest, floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee. At times Trump looked like a clubber at Studio 54, boogying and swaying from side to side and pretending to be a distant cousin of John Travolta.
At times it's almost felt as if time has been frozen, time revisiting another day from the past. Trump is genuinely conceited, narcissistic, a man now weighed down with a potty sense of entitlement and living in a world of a permanent illusion and delusion. Here we have a man with a frightening lack of knowledge about the job he's now been elected to carry out burdened by bonkers bombast and a self image so wildly distorted that even his closest advisers will be telling Trump to just tone things down. It's hard to know what to think of a man who never needs any introduction because most of us can hear him coming down the road from another suburb or village. So let's take this one from here.
Now we discover that it's official. Donald Trump is the 47th President of the United States, which for better or worse, means that to the outside world, it's time to board the roller coaster. The ride will be a swooping, sometimes unnerving, often terrifying experience where some of us may feel inclined to go weak at the knees, feeling sick with anxiety and resolving never to go anywhere near a fairground again. Trump, as has now been well documented, is never short of a forthright opinion and his comments are so cutting and acerbic that somewhere in the world, foreign prime ministers or presidents will be trembling with fear and trepidation.
Then there is the Trump who goes off on some insane rambling rant about something completely inconsequential such as the consumption of cats and dogs, eating animals and doing so completely out of context with anything in particular. Then Trump goes off into his own private world of late night comedy where he takes enormous pleasure in verbally attacking any institution or religion, class and humanity in general. He'll roast you alive if you're in the wrong place or wrong time but you must never cross him because he'll just rip you to shreds if you criticise the colour of his shirt or the now infamous orange hair.
The blunt reality of course is that Trump has now acquired the kind of notoriety and shameful publicity that none of us can understand. Trump is a convicted criminal and felon, a figure of fun in the eyes of some, a sexual pest to the others, a hardened misogynist while claiming at the same time that he adores women. Earlier on Trump was addressing the kind of court charges that made the blood run cold. But it was a set up, totally unacceptable and unfair, illegal in the extreme. In fact, how dare they hurl savage indictments against this honest, respectable citizen of the world who just wants to be the Leader of the Free World? It was all a massive fix.
During the 1970s, this sharp business mind and entrepreneurial genius, once appeared on a late night chat show on prime time American TV. Now in the general scheme of things, this was somehow regarded as normal since Trump was a successful, up and coming businessman who was about to make his first millions. But then we had to hold in our laughter when Trump dressed up as a chicken on a farm, promptly engaging in the kind of bizarre tomfoolery you're ever likely to see on any TV channel.
The fact is Trump could end up conducting vital foreign policy business from behind a draughty prison cell burdened by the knowledge that he has committed fraud and any number of financial improprieties. Here we have the President of the United States still at the mercy of those who still think of him as a master of bumbling banalities, utterances of tosh and trivia that barely seem believable.
His campaign speeches resembled nothing more than inane comments about Kamala Harris mental stability. He continues to sound like a man who never sticks to the script and then uses the media as an obvious scapegoat for everything that is wrong with American society. Fox and CNN must dread his some of his more irrational outbursts and the national newspapers must hide behind the sofa every Trump opens his often vitriolic mouth.
But then Donald Trump is an angelic paragon of virtue, flawlessly perfect and there are no flies on him. Trump talks coherent, perfectly understandable sense and his understanding of the world has been enhanced by everything he sees around him. The global wars of Gaza, Israel, Ukraine and Russia should be uppermost in his mind and undoubtedly his concern is a genuine one. But the judgmental and critical nature of the man has to be both disturbing and distressing. At times, Trump may have to bite his lip when the going gets really tough because diplomacy is something that just escapes him.
Today the world has been shaken to its core again. The Trump fanatical fans will see today's election victory as a triumph for good, old-fashioned pragmatic politics. Trump speaks from the hip and never wastes his words. There is an honesty is the best policy of course about him. The next four years should prove to be both a fascinating study of human behaviour, the rigorous examination of a man you simply can't make your mind up about. The permanent critics would love to see him fail miserably, a man who is still an embarrassment to the human race. But we do mellow with age and although Trump is rapidly approaching 80, we can only hope that things will get considerably better. Tony Blair certainly thought as much.