Amerikas
historie: MAGA-chefens fiasko
I
en dyster fremtid sad Donald Trump, MAGA-imperiets selverklærede chef, i Det
Hvide Hus’ kommandocenter, omgivet af blinkende skærme, der viste verdens kaos.
Hans drøm om at genopbygge Amerika som en uovervindelig fæstning var blevet til
et mareridt. Hans slogan, "Make America Great Again," rungede nu hult
i en verden, hvor hans beslutninger havde sat alt i brand.
Krigen i Ukraine var en
uendelig sump af ødelæggelse. Trump havde lovet at tvinge Rusland til
forhandlingsbordet med sin "deal-making" magi, men Putin lo bare ad
hans tweets.
Ingen tomme var givet, og Europa, som Trump havde fornærmet med told og
trusler, nægtede at støtte ham. "De svage europæere!" råbte han, men
hans ord ændrede intet.
I
Mellemøsten var situationen endnu værre. Yemen var igen en slagmark, og
Rødehavet var lukket for handel, hvilket sendte globale markeder i knæ.
Gaza brænder, og fredsforhandlingerne med Iran var strandet, mens Pentagon
brugte milliarder på en militær opbygning, Trump havde svoret aldrig ville ske.
"Jeg sagde ingen krige!" brølede han, men verden lyttede ikke.
Hans handelskrig med Kina
havde isoleret USA. Europa, Japan og Sydkorea vendte sig mod Beijing, og selv
naboerne Mexico og Canada truede med modforanstaltninger.
Afrika, ledet af Sydafrika, havde afvist hans udstrakte hånd, og Sudan var en
humanitær katastrofe uden løsning. Trump sad alene, kun støttet af en håndfuld
lande som Indien og Saudi-Arabien, men selv de begyndte at vakle.
Det
eneste, han kunne glæde sig over, var dollarens og oliens kollaps – præcis som
han havde forudsagt.
Men hvad betød det, når verden var imod ham?
Hans MAGA-vision var blevet en fiasko, og han vidste det.
I stilhed stirrede han på sine guldbelagte vægge og mumlede: "Måske...
måske var det ikke så simpelt."
English story: The MAGA Chief’s Failure
In a grim future, Donald Trump, the self-proclaimed chief of the MAGA
empire, sat in the White House’s command center, surrounded by flickering
screens displaying global chaos. His dream of rebuilding America as an
invincible fortress had turned into a nightmare. His slogan, "Make America
Great Again," echoed hollowly in a world where his decisions had set
everything ablaze.
The war in Ukraine was an endless quagmire of destruction. Trump had
promised to force Russia to the negotiating table with his
"deal-making" magic, but Putin merely laughed at his posts on X. Not
an inch had been yielded, and Europe, which Trump had insulted with tariffs and
threats, refused to back him. “Those weak Europeans!” he shouted, but his words
changed nothing.
In the Middle East, things were even worse. Yemen was a battlefield once
more, and the Red Sea was closed to trade, sending global markets into a
tailspin. Gaza burned, and talks with Iran had stalled, while the Pentagon
burned billions on a military buildup Trump had sworn would never happen. “I
said no wars!” he roared, but the world didn’t listen.
His His trade war with China had isolated the USA. Europe, Japan,
and South Korea turned toward Beijing, and even neighbors Mexico and Canada
threatened retaliation. Africa, led by South Africa, had rejected his
outstretched hand, and Sudan remained a humanitarian disaster with no
resolution. Trump sat alone, backed only by a handful of countries like India
and Saudi Arabia, but even they began to waver.
The only thing he could take pride in was the collapse of the dollar and
oil prices – just as he’d predicted. But what did it matter when the world was
against him? His MAGA vision had become a failure, and he knew it. In silence,
he stared at his gold-plated walls and muttered, “Maybe… maybe it wasn’t so
simple.”
Bedste
hilsen.
Leif
Tullberg
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