The weather forecast over Washington DC for January 20th, 2017 was ‘cloudy.’ A lot of Americans felt the same. Cloudy. A steel grey backdrop for the Inauguration of Donald J. Trump as the 45th President of the United States. The country was deeply divided. For some Donald was a beacon hope, for others he was the harbinger of doom. Planned protests turned violent early.
The Donald waddled out on to the portico of the Capitol actually looking like a caricature of the super-villian ‘Penguin’ of the 1960s Batman classics “Hizzoner the Penguin” and “Dizzoner the Penguin.” Ryan Donovan Purcell over at allergic.com argues quite persuasively and eloquently that the series “created the space in the American political imaginary for a President Trump.” It is an interesting read especially if you are interested in the impact of pop culture on attitudes and society.
The glitzy Trump Broads stood out like rare tropical birds in the wind and rain. I call them ‘broads’ because that’s what they remind me of, the hard expensive high maintenance broads that James Hadley Chase wrote about. All attention was on Melania in powered blue. Ivanka always seems to eclipse her. Except on this grey morning.
Sometimes I think Ivanka acts more like the First Lady than Melania. Later she stole the show again at the Inaugural Ball. Maybe The Donald wishes she was his First Lady. In Igbo-Nigeria there is often a similar tension and rivalry between the wives and the daughters of Rich Men.
Melania is probably the oldest woman The Donald has ever had. He likes ’em young and shiny, a stereotypical billionaire. I read she makes a whole lot of effort to look like a young and beautiful prop for her husband.
The body language during their First Dance looked cool. And he didn’t even wait for her when they got down from the car to met the Obama’s at the White House earlier. Maybe he’s just too tired to get a divorce and marry a younger model again. Or dance with his wife. She looked like she enjoyed that young officer swinging her around at the Ball.
“How A Small Town Small Time Eastern European Model Married A Billionaire And Became First Lady of The United States.”
Sounds like a good story. No less remarkable than Barack’s story surely. Some people would read it. If only she would tell us the truth.
Then of course there was That Speech. As the mostly male Global Elite left Davos news filtered out The Donald wanted a military parade at the inauguration but was refused by the brass. We all know that saying he wanted one is just as good as having one and suddenly the fiery fist pumping rhetoric of his First Speech makes total sense.
The Donald knows it anyway. He’s a reality TVprenuer, remember? He was a show man even before reality TV. Remember all those cameos he used to do? He probably though reality TV was created just for him.
Protests continued and fires burned in the street as the elite of Washington sipped champagne and danced the night away in their pretty gowns and tuxedo’s.
It was a Gotham perfect production. Right down to the sound track.
“And now the end is near” Frank Sinatra sang as The Donald and Melania came out for the First Dance.
I swear, The Trump Family are like the American Dream turned into a Nightmare.