Trump called the Zelensky episode “good TV”. He was right – it doesn’t happen every day you hear honest words and see real emotions in these oval office photo ops.
But I find the Starmer visit, preceding Zelensky, the true spectacle.
You see Starmer reach into his suit, with fawning smile on his face, and take out a pearl white envelope.
You hear Starmer say “it is a special honor to bring a letter from his majesty the king to invite you for a second state visit….This is unprecedented and symbolizes the special relationship between our two countries…” while reaching out to touch Trump’s arm like love-struck teenager with his eyes twinkling. Trump sat there sulking as usual.
The sycophancy was just so graphic that I was laughing so hard some tears literally came out.
Now the chihuahuas barking loudly behind the Rottweiler suddenly face the prospect of confront the polar bear alone. The dignity is out of the window. The toadies cannot prostrate on all fours fast enough in front of the Don.
For poor sad Europe facing the abandonment of an unfaithful lover, the question now is to please the Don, how low can you go?