Trump's Insanity

He stands at the podium, chin jutted forward, eyes scanning the room for submission. Europe, once a friend, now a bargaining chip, a stage for his erractic theater of dominance. Tariffs like grenades, thrown without warning, his handshake-too firm, too long, a power play disguised as diplomacy. He calls them weak, laughs at their treaties, demands loyalty like a King who never read the history books. At nato, he speaks in ultimatums, his voice thick with threat, as if allies are debtors, as if war is a bussiness transaction. Berlin, Paris, Brussels, they watch measured, while he burns bridges with gasoline rhetoric, smiles as the flames rise. And when the cameras turn away, he retreats, a storm behind closed doors, tweeting chaos into the void.