Let’s start with a reminder of what Donald Trump has been up to this week.
And remind ourselves that Trump is not a Christian, and neither are those who support or defend him. It reveals their lack of intelligence and self-deceit that they would ever think they are. That includes you, Cristiano!
The Trump Anthology of Awfulness: A Satirical Autopsy of His Most Bigoted Remarks
If history ever decides to bind Donald Trump’s greatest hits into a glossy coffee-table book, it will need a warning label larger than the title. The man has produced, with astonishing consistency, a verbal sewage leak that has spanned race, gender, class, nationality and basic human decency. It is a body of work so extensive that it almost demands admiration — not for its content, obviously, but for the sheer stamina involved in being offensive on such a global scale. As public figures go, Trump is less a political leader and more a one-man travelling exhibition of what not to say in a civilised democracy.
We might as well begin where he does: race. Trump’s relationship with race is a bit like his relationship with facts — tense, distant and frequently catastrophic. His presidential campaign launched not with policy or principle, but with his now-infamous declaration that Mexico was sending “rapists” and criminals to the United States. In one fell swoop, he managed to insult an entire nation and set the tone for the rest of his political career: if in doubt, smear widely and loudly. Later, he would dismiss African and Caribbean nations as “shithole countries”, thereby revealing not only his prejudices but also his geographical understanding, which appears to be cut from a crayon map of the world.
Then, of course, there was the moment he suggested that four American congresswomen — all citizens, three born in the US — should “go back” to the countries they “came from”. It was the verbal equivalent of waving a Union Jack at the Proms and shouting “foreigners out” at anyone who looks like they might enjoy seasoning. The intent could not have been clearer: Trump’s America is apparently reserved for those who look like him, think like him, and — crucially — agree with him. That last criterion, admittedly, reduces the eligible population to a very small brain cell.
But to confine Trump’s bigotry to race alone would be to overlook his long and storied history of misogyny, which deserves its own museum wing. The Access Hollywood tape remains the crown jewel of his misogynist archive, in which he boasted about grabbing women “by the pussy” because “when you’re a star, they let you do it.” Most men, when caught saying something like that, would apologise, resign, or flee to live as hermits in the Alps. Trump, on the other hand, became president. One could almost admire the audacity if it weren’t so deeply depressing.
His commentary on women’s appearance is equally charming. Carly Fiorina’s face, he said, made her unelectable; Megyn Kelly, during a debate, had “blood coming out of her wherever”; and his frequent, slightly unnerving comments about his daughter Ivanka suggest a man who behaves like his inner monologue has no volume control. Trump treats women not as autonomous individuals but as decorative objects placed on Earth for the pleasure or ridicule of men like him — a worldview that might have been passable in a 14th-century feudal court but feels slightly out of place in a modern democratic society.
If misogyny is one pillar of the Trump tower of terribleness, xenophobia is another — and this one he actually built policy on. His call for a “total and complete shutdown of Muslims entering the United States” was so bluntly discriminatory that it read like a parody of itself. But he was quite serious. “I think Islam hates us,” he later added, as though summing up a complex global religion in the manner of a man judging a sandwich. When discussing migrants, he occasionally dropped the façade entirely, describing certain groups as “animals.” Diplomacy, in Trump’s worldview, appears to involve pointing at foreigners and declaring them inferior.
His imitation of a Chinese negotiator in a grotesque mock accent, performed at rallies for laughs, was another highlight. Few figures in modern politics have embraced playground racism with such theatrical gusto. Most adults learn, at some stage, that mocking accents is both rude and reductive; Trump, however, seems to regard it as a valid diplomatic strategy.
And then there is class. Trump’s relationship with class is perhaps the strangest of all, given that his entire public persona rests on the notion that wealth equals brilliance. “The beauty of me is that I’m very rich,” he once declared, apparently unaware that boasting about money is generally frowned upon outside the confines of reality television. His commentary on poor communities is bleak and cartoonish: inner-city areas, he claims, are war zones where one gets shot “walking down the street”. When appealing to voters from those communities, he famously asked, “What do you have to lose?”— an extraordinary line that managed to combine condescension, stereotyping and defeatism into one neat package.
His proposal for dealing with homelessness — “move them the hell out” — also demonstrated his signature blend of oversimplification and indifference. For Trump, social issues are not problems to solve but inconveniences to relocate. Preferably somewhere out of sight of whichever golf resort he is currently frequenting.
Taken together, this litany of remarks forms a portrait not of a maverick truth-teller or misunderstood provocateur, but of a man who consistently punches downwards. His words reveal a worldview in which whole populations are disrespected, reduced, or written off the moment they cease to flatter him. And while satire may poke fun at his absurdity, the impact of his rhetoric is anything but amusing: it has normalised hostility, empowered prejudice, and lowered the global bar for public discourse.
If history is kind, it may one day file Trump’s statements under “Cautionary Examples”. If it is honest, however, it will likely place them in a more accurate category: “Things We Should Never Accept From Anyone, Least of All a President.”
Then remove the smokescreen on who visited Trump this week and screwed his legacy forever:
As ‘The Horse School’ states:
‘“Fasc!st scumbag”! I’d rather have to survive sleeping in a bin than become a grovelling cu/nt like that, regardless of the bloated wealth one receives, as I would sleep better at night. What money, and therefore power, does to people, turning them into pathetic, needy little attention-craving men-children like this.
Your legacy has been blown, Christiano. POS. Who would you have stood next to in the 1930s?’
And in the same week, this murderer was welcomed with a warm handshake.
Would Messi do this?
