The stock market went crashing yesterday, precipitated by Trump’s glibly informing press that a recession may well happen.
Apparently, he’s blown it with the Ayatollah as well, urging renewed negotiations to limit Iran’s march to a nuclear arsenal or face a military response, resulting in the Ayatollah’s rebuff that Iran won’t negotiate with bullies.
Ignoring the consensus of the science community, he’s branded environmentalists as “lunatics,” caring more about “a half inch sea rise” than the threat of nuclear war. It seems a favorite term of his, used previously on Democrats critical of DOGE.
He’s even got Israel rattled, calling Hamas leaders with whom he’s been negotiating, “really nice guys.”
His most shameful moment, however, was declaring Ukraine’s valiant Zelensky a “dictator,” resonating Putin’s lies.
My wife, an ardent Trump resistor, who’s joined protest marches and calls the White House daily, tells me Trump suffers from “diarrhea of the mouth,” reviving a once widely used phrase of unknown origin for political loudmouths drawn to impulsive, insensitive utterance. It deserves reviving.
And yet it doesn’t go far enough.
What we have on our hands is a full-blown case of diplomatic dysentery, and America left cleaning up the mess.
Trump’s words are as reckless as his policies, grenades lobbed into the world order, heedless of the consequences.
Mind you, Trump’s dangerous—no less a menace than Putin, Xi, or Kim Yong-Un.
In just a week, he’s managed to offend Israel, embolden Iran, undermine Ukraine, tank markets, and insult allies, in keeping with his penchant for blurting out half-formed nonsense in the syntax of a child.
If political lunacy exists, and it does, Americans increasingly know where to find it.
Brimmings: up from the well 