Donald Trump's First Hundred Days - The Worst Possible Nightmare For The Gobsmacked Left

Bob Muzelle thought he had seen it all in Donald Trump's first term - a wild, intemperate, ridiculous fool was in the White House having defeated a principled, experienced woman, Hillary Clinton, who represented the best of America, a candidate who would fulfill every progressive promise made since the days of Eugene Victor Debs. 

 

More than half the country thought otherwise, and rejected this entitled, arrogant, and dismissive woman out of hand.  Not only would a man once again be president, denying history and righteousness, but an idiot would occupy the Oval Office, a mountebank, a vaudevillian, a circus performer.

Bob and his colleagues were disconsolate.  They had worked tirelessly for a Clinton victory just as they had for progressive causes for decades.  Bob himself was a veteran of civil rights, had marched with Martin and Ralph across the Pettis bridge, taken his licks along with his black brothers, and returned north bloodied but proud.  All that gone in a flash with a racist, black-hating, evil Rasputin sitting in 1700 Pennsylvania Avenue. 

God was on the side of right when Trump was narrowly defeated by Joe Biden, an increasingly mentally incompetent man easily led by a claque of the radical Left and sponsor of every inspired progressive idea imaginable - the newly articulated gender spectrum and the rise of transgenderism; an at all costs environmentalism; the rise of the black man to the pinnacle of human society; a generously open border; and a complaisant foreign policy. 

And so the rousing victory of Trump a second time was unexpected and shocking.  Bob and his associates knew that their four years of vilification, lawfare, and universal condemnation of the man would come back to haunt them; and most went scurrying for the exits. 

Bob stayed and watched the cavalcade of young, white, blond women march into the White House.  He stared at the patriotic festoons and ranks of American flags.  He was dismayed at Trump's cabinet choices, all far-right zealots, xenophobes, and recidivist deep state flunkies; and yet there they were making policy, upsetting the applecart, dismantling and destroying everything progressives had so painstakingly created. 

The first hundred days was an unmitigated nightmare for the Left and a joyous, unrestrained celebration for the Right.  Elon Musk and his Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) marched up and down Constitution and Independence Avenues and emptied one bureaucratic redoubt after another, unearthing billions of inanely designed and disgracefully ignored projects and programs.  

 

One shibboleth, USAID, the agency responsible for international development was closed completely and every one of its bureaucrats sent packing.  No more would the taxpayers see their hard-earned money go down the rathole for impossibly idealistic, fantastical inventions for 'doing good'. 

Drilling began again from Alaska to the Gulf, and refineries and pipelines were restored to full production; and perhaps most importantly, the southern border with Mexico was closed and illegal immigration slowed to a trickle. 

Trump insisted on a Machiavellian foreign policy, i.e. intervention only when it is in America's best interest, and in one dramatic reversal of Biden policy told Ukraine that the era of the free lunch was over.  Realpolitik returned as strong as it had ever been in the Kissinger days - Ukraine was to forget Crimea and the Donbass, sell its rare earths to America, and be done with the murderous, insane charade of its faux democratic response. 

 

America would facilitate investment at home by eliminating punitive foreign trade barriers.  A trade war was necessary to demonstrate the Administration's resolve, and although it would take time to restore the proper balance among trading partners, America's economy would prosper.  Trump knew all along that most of his own punitive tariffs were just Sturm und Drang, used to intimidate and force rational bargaining. 

Perhaps more important than anything else was Trump's absolute rejection of wokeness - that feeble, insane, hysterical movement to limit free speech, to ignore reality in favor of blind idealism, and prop up cultures and societies that had given the world nothing. Europe and the glory of empire was to be celebrated as American heritage, American history would not be cancelled or expunged, the white race had nothing to be ashamed about or guilty for.  Gone were febrile assumptions of white privilege, black supremacy, and universal feminism. 

The world is changing along with America.  Throughout Europe, Asia, and Latin America countries are turning Right, and the likes of Meloni, Bukele, Milei, Marechal Le Pen, Wilders, Orman, and Duda among others are increasingly influential.  Uncontrolled immigration will stop, and so will the corrosive, destructive forces of Islamization.  Trump is not alone, far from it. 

Incredible as it may seem, the humiliatingly defeated Democrat candidate for President, Kamala Harris, a woman who considered herself far more entitled than Hillary Clinton, and who ran on 'I am a proud black woman' platform and nothing else is back on the stump in some fevered, hysterical attempt to restore her credibility, never once realizing that the nation wants no more garbled, incoherent mouthing and unhinged Trump hatred. 

 

Even Bob, good progressive soldier that he is, had secret doubts about her renewed visibility in national political life.  In her first speeches, she was nothing more than a whirling dervish, a woman doing a crazed St. Vitus' dancer. 

'She means well', he said to a colleague at his non-profit, not yet shut down by Musk but on the chopping block.  His federal grants for unaccountable programs in Africa would soon be history.  One which linked women's farm cooperatives with gay pride inclusive education had already been axed, and his many other similar investments would soon follow. 

This was no ringing endorsement of Harris by any means, but any port in a storm, or at least a show of the flag to show that the Left had not abandoned ship. Yet Bob, a Yale graduate and sometimes scholar, knew that she still made no sense at all and the party would be far better off if she kept her mouth shut. 

Bob's NGO doors were soon shut, that irrelevant cu-t kept on blabbering nonsense, and Bob's wife said it was time to head to their condo in Sarasota and take life easy for a change; but a leopard can't change its spots, and Bob kept up the progressive harangue wherever he could, but invitations were few and far between, and the hopes for any progressive resurgence were ditched as summarily as a slice of stale bread.