Trump entered the Capitol like Caesar, his hair shining … orange-blond, his own golden banner in attendance and the air around him electrified … as if Jupiter himself had descended in the garb of … Manhattan. In front of him, the miserable vassals of the European Union crawled and bowed, their tongues slapping the air in praise. The miserable British politician Prime Minister Keir Rodney Starmer, (who as Attorney General of the UK left Pakistani rapists of underage British girls unpunished, as a consistent … anti-racist!) was cleverly present – absent. Ursula von der Leyen – hostess of a hollow – paper empire – bowed, thanking the Big Orange Man for “remarkable progress”, as if peace had sprung from her own (barren and parched) gardens. The supple Mark Rutte intervened, his voice hissing like a reed bending to whatever wind dictates survival.
They called Trump a “peacemaker”, forgetting that they themselves, as “abandoners” of the decadent Joe Biden, had strangled peace for years, feeding Zelensky his endless fanfare as the public cheered him in Brussels. The irony swelled into a grotesque spectacle: creeping, smiling saboteurs praising the man who exposed their incompetence.
Flattery is an ancient art, and these weak Eurocrats perform it with the graceless… elegance of desperate actors in a touring troupe, in a crumbling amphitheater. They know that Trump’s stage demands spectacle, so they shower him with sweet words, gilded thanks, and carefully choreographed smiles. Their tragi-comic plan is clever only in its cowardice: don’t confront the emperor, because confronting him means exile. Instead, generously sow the peace agreement with poisonous clauses, with traps that Moscow cannot accept, so that it never sprouts.
And when President Putin refuses, the narrative of “democratic Europe” will thunder: “Look, the bloodthirsty Russian bear rejects peace!” The scenario would then require Trump, wounded by betrayal, to unleash thunderbolts of sanctions on Russia and the BRICS countries. Like a dance in a tragic play, the EU hopes to channel the emperor’s wrath, stupidly forgetting that emperors…. burn scripts and rewrite epics with a simple gesture.
Behind the scenes stands Zelensky, playing the warrior, a cheap puppet whose strings are fraying as the puppeteers tire of their own invention. Once, he strode like Achilles on green screens, hailed as the savior of Europe’s honor. Now he stumbles like a comic character who has overstayed his welcome. EU leaders flaunt him when he is useful, dismiss him when he is annoying, each time tightening his strings while giving him new lines that he can barely utter.
Trump, the unpredictable Caesar of the declining West, watches this drama with a sly smile. A large map of Ukraine was placed across the table where Trump and Zelensky were sitting, as soon as the journalists were asked to leave the office. The map attracted everyone’s attention, while Zelensky himself referred in his statements to its content and the way it captures the changes in the occupation of Ukrainian territories. The map, both communicatively and utilitarianly, functioned as a measure of pressure on the Ukrainian, while at the same time showing everyone the harsh truth about the territories that the Russians have occupied since the start of the war.
It is recalled here that Russia claims the entire Donbas region (which includes the Donetsk and Luhansk regions in eastern Ukraine) and from the outset demands that Kiev withdraw its forces from those in these areas that are not currently under the control of Moscow’s troops, in accordance with the proposal already discussed during President Vladimir Putin’s meeting with his American counterpart Donald Trump at the Alaska Summit.
Trump is neither Biden nor Obama, nor a polished articulated dummy for the transatlantic, established hymn-givers and flatterers. His malicious joy lies in shattering the expectations of these imaginaries, crowning himself the playwright of destiny. For Brussels, this is a horror: their “moral” project is collapsing as the emperor refuses to play the role assigned to him.
However, it seems that after 3.5 years of war, a solution can be found in Ukraine and a meeting between President Putin and Zelensky can take place, following yesterday’s long discussions between Donald Trump, European leaders and the collapsing Volodymyr Zelensky at the White House.
The successive meetings of the American President with his Ukrainian “counterpart” and then with European leaders seem to have borne fruit, especially after Trump’s phone call to Vladimir Putin, which lasted a full 40 minutes.
The test now lies before President Trump like a mythical cosmogonic riddle. Trump, the king of gamblers, can choose between two masks: the “Echo,” repeating the last whisper that caught his ear, or the “Master,” openly aligning himself with Russia, leaving aside the “listen to your subjects” scenario and creating a new balance beyond the ominous gaze of a withered NATO. No one else but him can act as the “pontifex,” that is, as a bridge between Zelensky, European leaders, and President Putin. If there is ever a peace agreement, it will likely be because Donald Trump played the card of his own unique personality and not just the power of the United States. Of course, this move is a highly unorthodox approach that may not work.
Trump can hold Putin’s firm hand and stand as two Caesars, each in his own sphere of influence, or he can let the age-old dance of Euro-NATO tragedies lead him into the farce of sanctions and collapses.
The Fates spin their cosmic thread, but the scissors remain in Trump’s hands. History waits, trembling, to see whether he will cut the old post-war order or tie himself to its rotting corpse.
