“I am embarrassed for my country”
------tRUMP biographer David Cay Johnston
Donald tRUMP is, in Mark Twain's memorable phrase, an innocent abroad. That is, he is an ignoramus trying to negotiate environments which are totally foreign.
Always exaggerating his over-matched skills, and believing his own press releases tRUMP, under siege of the Epstein Scandal and desperate to change the subject, proceeded to Alaska to meet his man-crush Vladimir Putin in search of the holy grail.
The 'holy grail' in this instance is his comical attempt to get a peace deal in Ukraine both to make good on a central campaign promise and set the foundation for his bogus claims to the Nobel Peace Prize.
In truth, he doesn't give a damn about his campaign promises, his economic policies make that clear enough. But he pants after the Nobel Prize because it was awarded to Obama and since he believes, as much as he believes anything, that he is far more deserving than anyone else, especially America's first black president and, therefore, he is entitled to it.
And so, north to Alaska.
tRUMP chronicler Michael Wolff appeared today on a Daily Beast podcast “Inside the Mind of Donald tRUMP”(1) wherein the principals openly speculated upon whether Donald could reliably find Alaska on a map. Leading up to the encounter our intrepid Caesar twice declared that he was going to Russia to meet his paramour. The problem, of course, is that Disgustus hasn't a clue what the outcome of such 'negotiations' would entail.
Caesar Disgustus hasn't a clue, never did and never will.
Negotiations are about detail and tRUMP has a pronounced aversion to detail. This is compounded by his steadfast unwillingness to delegate anything he deems important and his 'management' of Putin is, in his fevered mind, of utmost importance. This, predictably, is a prescription for disaster.
Caesar Disgustus is constantly painting himself in a corner. If he has any pronounced skills at all it is his ability to squirm his way out of tight places. He does this by diversion, blame, and spectacle, criterion that fits this summit to a 'T”.
Our modern Houdini currently finds himself under siege by the Epstein Scandal, a child trafficking enterprise that threatens tRUMP in ways that have yet to be discovered. Clearly, he his worried about where the facts, if ever revealed, will lead. To that end he has had his personal attorney and Deputy Attorney General meet with Maxwell to discuss what she would reveal were she to be brought before congressional committees, or a grand jury or two. Hours later, it was announced that she was being transferred from a maximum security penitentiary in Florida to what is referred to as “Club Fed” in Texas, a minimum security facility complete with tennis courts and golf greens. Later, it transpired it that she would be allowed out in the general community on work release. Clearly Dementia Don is in panic. His behavior, once again, betrays his protestations.
Reports are that he has been roaming the halls of the White House telling aides that he need a really big distraction. Ergo, a Putin Summit.
As is his wont, there was no preparation for this encounter. Disgustus has such an inflated view of himself that the really believes he can dominate any setting. This is the kind of hubris that led to the awful embarrassment at Helsinki 7 years ago. But, learning nothing from experience, our Orange Caesar prepared for the meeting by applying more facial foundation than Tammy Faye Baker thinking, no doubt, that this would put Putin back on his heels.
To this end, tRUMP first announced that this encounter would produce a 'deal' and then backtracked, under pressure from our allies, to the more modest goal of getting a 'cease-fire'.
When dealing with international diplomacy any meeting of a 'council' or of two or more principals only occurs after lengthy negotiations by lower level experts and diplomats laying the groundwork for a document already agreed upon. The meeting of the heads of state are purely ceremonial as pleasantries are exchanged, dinners served, and joint press releases issued. None of this occurred. The preparation, if one could call it that, his Foreign Minister wearing a CCP shirt under his jacket, the 'president' of the United States standing there eager as the family dog to greet his master. The rest of the debacle was even uglier.
Disgustus got nothing, save getting the Epstein Scandal off the front pages for a day or two. He got nothing. Not even a cease fire.
Michael Wolff, surveying the wreckage, said that the aftermath leaves tRUMP with two possible courses of action. He could try to force some wholly unpalatable solution down the throat of Zelenskyy and our Allies or he could simply walk away and leave Ukraine to it's inevitable fate. There is a third alternative: Caesar Disgustus, his ego wounded, gets angry and decides to back Ukraine against Russia in a full court press of Putin's forces in Ukraine. But this is counterbalanced by the stark realization that to do this would involve confessing error; confessing that he had 'misread' Putin, that his 'buddy' isn't who he thought he was. This course of action would involve having to go back to NATO, hat in hand, and confess his sins. Our Caesar Disgustus has not been known to attend confession.
And, therein, the tragedy.
Impeach and Imprison
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1. Wolff, Michael. “Inside the Mind of Donald Trump” The Daily Beast podcast. August 16, 2025.
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