As the news of a Donald Trump Presidency sinks in, I am watching my family, friends and colleagues react to the news. The first reaction was just a blanket shock all-round. No one actually believed it would happen. They joked about it, the could-you-imagined about it, they you-never-knowed about it, but no one actually truly thought it would happen. I was the one that gave the possibility of a Trump Presidency the most credence and even I didn’t think it was going to happen, I was playing more of a Devil’s Advocate than anything else. Then it did. There was a general nervous laughter, and then the true reactions started to come out.
The British could not contain a grin, as their insides were doing a jig for no longer being the dumbest country of 2016.
The Germans chuckled and patted me on the back, not having considered the implications for the EU just yet, and so allowing themselves a few hours of schadenfreude while they wait to see what it will mean for the world.
The Brazilians sighed a sigh of relief, hoping that Trump’s isolationist platform and general ignorance will mean that he will leave Brazil and the rest of South America the hell alone, I mean, does he even know that Brazil exists?
The Canadians posted this
The American expats are in hiding, not answering texts or phone calls, garbling incoherent rage when they do.
The anti-globalists from various countries shrugged, adopted a lets-wait-and-see attitude, and silently hoped that this will mean the end of the US’s stronghold over the EU and the global economy.
The Italians, always a hyper-political culture, bombarded me with questions about the American political system, and if the party can still kick him out after a few months of failure and replace him with someone else. When I informed them that in the States you elect a person, not a party, their faces fell and they ran to check the stock market. They then decided on having 2 shots today: one in commiseration, and one in silent, private celebration that we will no longer be eternally mocked about Berlusconi.
Speaking to the Berlusconi effect, my father commented that history has shown us that it all starts with an Italian clown. Mussolini gained power, then “Baffino” (translation: little mustache) came along and shit got real. Decades later Berlusconi gained power, and then Orange Cheeto came along, and shit got real.
Personally, I’m in salvage mode. I hope that this will be the thing to push the United States to the Revolution that it so desperately needs. Regardless of nationality or reaction, everyone has been asking me how did this happen? How could this happen? It’s not fair, if you’re rich, you can just do anything you want, even if you’re a loathsome human being? To which I replied YES HELLO where have you all been the past few decades??!! Progressives have been shouting about this for YEARS, including during this election, and you all scratched your asses and shrugged and called us privileged unwashed hippies who should just go home and shut up, can’t you see a black guy is President? How much more change and liberalism could you possibly, reasonably ask for? Would they have said the same thing if Hillary had won? Shut up, stop bothering us, what more do you want, we have a female President? Did it take the election of a rapey orange baboon to finally wake people up to what is happening?
Well now he is President, so let’s make that happen. Let his election be the catalyst that finally brings forth the change that is needed. It will require outrage and dedication on the part of the people: I think Bernie Sanders’ campaign proves that exists already. It will also require the DNC and the mainstream media to learn their lesson and acknowledge their desperate failure in clinging to a crumbling establishment. They wont do that willingly, or easily.
Let’s make them.