Strange Times - Redux

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Joe Biden, President-Elect 2020

 

Well, all things being equal, Trump is down the road and the world can breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe we can look forward to the US entertaining the Paris Agreement, re-enacting Obamacare and reversing a shed-load of other stuff that four years of Trump has threatened to destroy utterly. From our perspective in the UK, we can expect a retreat from the cancer that is neo-liberalism as the Trumpistas in our government start worrying over their loss of global affirmation with the election of Joe Biden as the 46th President of the United States.

The 'Special Relationship' will take on a whole new hue as untrammelled business interests are brought to heel and the likes of Rees-Mogg et al have to find new allies in their self-serving quest for money and power. Expect a retreat from a no-deal Brexit and some fundamental changes to the Cabinet and possibly the premiership itself. As aware as I am that Obama's tenure achieved probably less than it should have done; this time round it looks like the Senate is going to be a much more balanced affair - possibly even Democrat-biased; we'll soon know one way or the other.

The only possible fly in the ointment is Trump himself, but to be honest the legal basis for his objections to the Biden win look flimsy at best, his hysterical outpourings making him look increasingly deranged by the hour. The truth is that Trump is no Machiavelli, no kind of real wheeler-dealer and no kind of politician. The lesson he never learned was to keep his trap shut. A shrewd operator keeps their thoughts and strategies up close and very personal. A poker player he would not make. It is indeed a good day for the world today.

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  1. Joe Stoner8 November 2020 at 17:00

    There were several good posters on sticks in the jubilant crowd in front of the White House but the BEST said simply FUCK TRUMP! It was prominent on CNN's background screen as the t"Talking Heads" {THANKS David Byrne!:)} blissfully carried on! Contrast this with our TV news outfits building ever higher and higher platforms on College Green to stop the guy with the BEE in his bonet about Brexit (I can't remember if he's pro or anti) But all he does is get a longer stick!!:) MUST get a piccie of what this preposterous structure looks like from the street!!:)

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