Imagine for a moment. . .
North Korea has just annihilated Seoul, South Korea with a nuclear weapon. Led by Germany, Europe, still struggling with a tidal wave of Syrian refugees, throws up its collective hands and demands the United States do something. China, paralyzed, is silent. Russia’s Vladamir Putin wags a finger at North Korea while blaming the U.S. for driving North Korea to desperate violence. As the radioactive dust begins to clear, the world can now see that a large section of Seoul is in ruins and 500,000 people are dead or dying.
Across the United States, all eyes turn to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington DC for a word of encouragement and leadership from the “leader of the free world.” President Donald Trump, perfectly coiffed, steps behind the podium and without hesitation begins a bellicose address —
“Can you believe it?!? Now those Koreans are killing each other! But don’t worry, that’s over there and we’re over here. I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do, though, make them pay for the cleanup of any fallout the drifts this way.”
A hand is raised within the mass of reporters gathered in the White House press room.
Trump: “Okay… where are you from?”
Reporter: “National Public Radio. What is . . . ”
Trump: “Oh, no! I don’t take questions from your kind of so-called journalist. You liberals twist everything I say. Next!. . .”
Another reporter: “Clearly, this attack on South Korea is a challenge to America by North Korea’s dictator, Kim Jung-un, who . . . ”
Trump (interrupting): “No it’s not! They can’t touch us. hat Kim-guy is just a fat, funny-looking, moron. I won’t talk to him. I won’t talk about him. Next . . . What’s your question?”
Third reporter: “What will be the United State’s strategic response to North Korea’s unprecedented use of nuclear arms against our long-time ally, South Korea?”
Trump: “We don’t need to respond—Not our problem! They’d just better keep it over there and not mess with us or I’ll fire them permanently! Besides, this is good for us. Those Koreans are no longer economic competition. This ought to make the tree-huggers happy, too. No Korean factory production—no pollution. Next. . . ”
In the War Room, a hastily convened Joint Chiefs of Staff are mostly silent exrept for a murmur at one end of the room—“Well . . . He speaks his mind.”