One thing you have to recognize about Trump is that he understands the press so much better that the press does not understand it. He structures his presidential victories on the theory of two weeks – is the time he knows that the cycle of news, and the attention of the American public screen, can be disturbed to pay attention to a given subject. He learned that from his 14 seasons on The apprenticeAt the bottom of the world of reality TV producer Mark Burnett. The show, the episode, the season must continue to move with new revelations and by launching bombs of surprise – or you lose the public. During the first six months of his second term, American policy has become an endless season of Orange Lotus.
After the Flash-Bang pilot episode of Trump Wrecking Ball Elon Musk without discerning the expanses of the federal government, we knew that the narrative seeds had been planted for a flame in search of the stage later in the season.
The prices have consumed more episodes than they should have, given the innate boredom and the subject’s misunderstanding by most listening Americans. Branked as the day of the liberation, the intrigue had to be precipitated from the chamber of writers prematurely after signalgate, with Elite Smart-Ass and Atlantic The editor -in -chief Jeffrey Goldberg derailed the Trumpian story on a sorted cabinet of focused national security operators, camera loans, camera and mortal ready. It was not even time to set up the usual flashy marketing keys when Trump was in the air which looked like a mid-management marketing advice listing the “reciprocal” rate rates by country. The hasty list was so riddled with errors that it included not only bad mathematics, but islands inhabited only by penguins and seals, including which looks like a Maga destination for fast food tourists, McDonald Island. Trump wants to put the turkey in bed this week, when he sends a wave of letters from Shakedown to all the foreign powers at a hundred.
At the end of February, Rilling Up Zelensky in the Oval Office offered a disassembly on the ground and books, worthy of an à la carte special of the UFC, which Trump recognized (in front of the camera) “made for excellent television”. But nothing plays better than beating the academic world of Ivy League, law firms in the White Mouth – and California, this liberal snack of the governor who turned the hair Gavin Newsom. If you watched another channel except Fox, which looked like television as a noisy melee of several hundred demonstrators for the most part stating the anti-glazing panels was overhauled by Trump as an American city under “invasion” and “conquered by a foreign enemy” of, uh, homeless painters and home help. BTW, after “emergency” fell from our screens, what happened to the 700 navies rushing into the TV crisis? Do you always sleep on the floors of federal buildings? Or back in San Diego and other bases, overthrowing the breweries and wondering, what the hell was it? The show left …
In an eventful return to Elon Musk, Tweet Tirades suddenly exploded from his X account. Angry that the subsidies to electric vehicles were not in the big bill and that the addition of 3.3 billions of dollars to the deficit was hardly in the spirit of his massacre of chainsaw in Doge, the Musk piss match with the president was a world phenomenon. Trump, his shoulders now as wide as an oversized Chesterfield sofa, went full, when he threatened to expel the richest man (and the American citizen) to his native South Africa, and reminded Maga that there is only one corpo in the oval office. But the cliffhanger is not finished. Musk’s unlimited checkbook extracted the future revenge the size of a gigantosaurus (and perhaps a whole derivative series), not only funding anti-top candidates, but already announcing the launch of a third political party.
The ASPOSED OF THE SEASON. BOOM! Trump announced on June 19 that he would decide in the next one (guess what?) Two weeks, if the United States would associate with Israel to bomb Iranian nuclear installations. Could someone think that Trump will endure to spend 14 days in thoughtful geopolitical cugitation about the cause and the effect or give space to the older diplomacy of Witkoff with mollahs who release the feet? (Bibi up and struck the chief negotiator of Iran anyway.) Or Trump, in fact, has no idea what he was going to do until he was watching Fox News, listened to his favorite podcasters, that Bibi was coronated for operation Rising Lion and wanted a glory of Winner? Trump’s ass, his ego, and his flawless media intuition, let’s come: bombers out of Fordo.
After the ceasefire that followed between Iran and Israel went wobbly, Trump exploded on the lawn of the White House that Israel and Iran “do not know what they are doing.” You could feel the frustration of the most seasoned showrunner in the world that the casting blows its end at the decreeed end. The credits had to roll after having declared presidential: “The main nuclear enrichment installations of Iran were completely and completely erased”. Finito. Do. Get it, bibi? Get it, mullahs? This episode is over. Fordo is fucked! Play the fucking themed music! There are no late repercussions in Trump’s world. As he overcomes his clinical inattention – and our – he never considers that the powers that threatens us work on a slower clock and a longer -term strategy.
Bonus episode. With the Supreme Court in his pocket and the Congress at his feet, Trump finished this season as a king of the world who was drifting loot. Was there a doubt that his major bill would go on the emblematic date of July 4th? Trump would have expelled any Hardwon political element to get this “super television” painting from all his applauding political vassals while his flourishing pen signed health care and food assistance for millions of citizens in need the day that marks the birth of America. What will remain to celebrate next year out of the 250 of the countryth birthday? Trump has already announced that he would organize a UFC fight on the ground of the White House. Perhaps there will also be a special live of Mexican immigrants ejected in swamps around “Alligator Alcatraz”. It is not an orange lotus, it is the Roman Colosseum.
We do not live in a reality show but in reality itself, where decisions have consequences. The sudden deadly floods of the weekend in Texas Hill Country were as disturbing as they were horrible. When we learned the number of climbing deaths, including two dozen campers for the Nirvana of the beloved childhood of Camp Mystic, it was impossible not to think of Musk and hacking badly and badly sheltered from professional expertise in government agencies like the National Weather Service. Six hundred NWS staff members were sent, including the warning meteorologist at the Austin-San Antonio office, who took the takeover last last spring.
Children who died at the Mystic Camp, like the many other children who will probably suffer from the disastrous turn against vaccines, and the 4.5 million children who should die worldwide following USAID cups, will not come to life in Trump’s next season. They left for good. The essential truth of long -term television is that even the best series – Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones, The Sopranos – can only end, effectively, with mass death and unforeseen disasters, while events become inevitable against their own manufacturers. They rarely even realize the dignity of tragedy. Even the most addicted spectator does he really believe that the Trump series will have a better end?
Karma comes for everyone.
