Let’s talk about the absolute circus that is Donald Trump’s endless parade of whining. Seriously, here we go again—another debate, another round of Trump and his minions crying foul like someone stole their lunch money. I mean, come on. You’re running for the Presidency of the United States, not the job of shot caller for some backyard bingo mafia. You don’t get a redo because you screwed up. This is the big leagues. The stakes here aren’t just who gets the best chair at Thanksgiving, they’re global stability, for God’s sake.
But no, Trump’s out here acting like the moderators have some personal vendetta against him. And maybe they do. So what! What’s next? Life’s not fair, buddy boy. Get ocer it. I don’t mean to be rude, but Jesus Christ; It’s the same old routine—blame everyone else for your screw-ups and throw a tantrum. He’s like the guy who shows up to a game without reading the rulebook, then loses and throws the Monopoly board across the room because, surprise, he didn’t know there were rules. This dude literally promised us a healthcare plan…what, back in 2015? “We will implement it on day one,” he said, and we’re still waiting. Nine years later, buddy. If you ordered a pizza and it took this long to show up, you’d have filed a lawsuit. And now he seriously said “If we come up with something?” Are you kidding me???? How are you people okay with that?
And no one made him brag about how he “handled” the Taliban, right? Like, oh my God, the story he told—was that supposed to make us feel safer? “I sent him a picture of his house???” That was less of a diplomatic triumph and more of what you’d expect from someone who’s had one too many at a karaoke bar. He basically strutted in there like, “Yeah, I told ‘em what’s what!” No, you didn’t. That’s not how world leaders operate, that’s how people lose friends on Facebook over vaccine arguments. I’m just spitballing here folks, but I think we need someone who handles foreign policy with a little more than the adroitness of a drunk internet troll.
Here’s the thing: he’s always off script. It was a 90-minute debate, right? He can’t even stay focused for half of it before he’s off in some alternate reality, babbling like your weird uncle who’s convinced the moon landing was faked. You really think this guy’s gonna be sitting at the UN, representing the United States, and suddenly say, “Oh wait, hang on, I wasn’t ready. Can we do that one over?” That’s not how this works! You don’t get a do-over in geopolitics. You screw it up, and boom, there go decades of diplomacy down the toilet.
This is a job for adults. Serious people. People who, I don’t know, maybe should be able to answer basic policy questions without making up some grandiose tale that falls apart under the lightest scrutiny. But Republicans? They’re still clinging to this guy like he’s their golden goose. Newsflash: the goose isn’t laying golden eggs anymore, it’s laying time bombs. How much more evidence do you need that this guy is not cut out for the presidency? If he can’t keep it together in a room with two women and a hairdo, how is he gonna negotiate with, say, Putin? The dude’s not fit to handle a PTA meeting, let alone Russian diplomacy.
At some point, they’ve gotta wake up, right? It’s like watching someone try to push a car up a hill, and you’re just standing there thinking, “Just stop. It’s not gonna happen.” If Trump can’t handle the pressure of a debate without crying foul every five minutes, how’s he supposed to handle the Oval Office again? Oh right, he already proved he couldn’t. Yet here we are. Another night, another whine-fest, like clockwork. The man’s a walking excuse machine. Just stop it already!
