Is President Trump Prime Minister May’s Bitch?
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Oh wow oh wow oh wow. I watched, I saw, I listened. Had there been any flies buzzing around my living room I would have swallowed several as my mouth stayed agape in wonder and awe. Astounding! Extraordinary! Unbelievable! President Donald J Trump, after all the brouhaha and all the garbage and all the panic and all the ‘Oh My Gods!’ is, at least today, nothing more than British Prime Minister Theresa May’s bitch.
Now many suggested it was something of a political coup by Theresa May to be the first world leader ushered into the presence of the mighty Donald. Certainly he claims to be a chronic Anglophile but, even given that premise, Prime Minister May being numera una in visiting newly elected Trump in The White House before anyone else was accepted as something of a political coup.
Of course Britain’s liberals and left wingers suggested they were less than impressed and insisted Prime Minister May should spend her audience with the God Trump telling him a few home truths and so forth and, I have to say, a small part of my emotional makeup felt a modicum of sympathy with this view.
However, as President Trump calls for ‘America first,’ I do think Prime Minister May needs to follow the same thought process and think ‘Britain first!’ and, much to my amazement, she did – and that’s putting it mildly.
Now, of course, what the Donald says today or, come to that, an hour ago, might not necessarily be what he says tomorrow or indeed ten minutes later but, it has to be said, he hasn’t actually put his foot in his mouth and blown Britain’s own St. Theresa out of the water – yet. Perhaps he will or perhaps he won’t. Let’s see what tomorrow or, I suppose, the next ten minutes in Tweeting terms brings eh?
Not being a fly on the wall I have no idea what was said in their private discussions but, as we all do, I know and saw what happened at the following press conference.
Trump was an extraordinarily close facsimile to a naughty schoolboy desperately trying to please his favourite teacher.
His favourite teacher, St. Theresa of Great Britain, informed the gathered ranks of the press that the great God Donald actually supported NATO and he nodded his acquiescence. St. Theresa then went on to inform the gathered media that the ‘special relationship’ between Britain and America would now grow back to the level it was pre-Obama (albeit she didn’t specify the pre-Obama bit but, at least in Britain, we got it) and Trump nodded his agreement.
Now Prime Minister May’s speech the previous evening had clearly gone down well with Republicans and, frankly, that was about as much as we expected in Blighty.
Her dominance at the press conference was, to put it mildly, totally unexpected.
Her very presence seemed to make Trump behave. If I’d shut my eyes and not known it was Trump speaking – when Prime Minister May allowed him to – I would have actually thought I was listening to a real President.
Trump actually sounded vaguely Presidential.
Good grief!
Some British journalist warbled on about British people being ‘concerned’ regarding the Trump rhetoric about torture and so forth and, would you believe it? – he actually made a joke and did so with a look on his face that said quite clearly “Please laugh at my joke Miss” and, of course, St. Theresa duly did and child like Donald was happy.
Comparisons have already been made regarding Prime Minister May and the late Margaret Thatcher – unfairly I would suggest – and, already some media outlets are suggesting a comparison with Thatcher / Reagan but, to be honest, Thatcher and Reagan were something of a partnership. Today, at least, May / Trump were quite clearly the teacher and the pupil.
Mind you, Donald being Donald, God (or the deity of your choice) knows what tomorrow will bring but, it has to be said, at least for today, the great God Donald was, in no uncertain terms, Prime Minister May’s bitch.
It might well not last – and I’m sure it won’t – but, I have to say, if it only lasted for today then it was worth it just to see it happen.
The multi-billionaire businessman new President of the USA was the bitch of grammar school educated daughter of a Christian preacher from Britain.
Unbelievable? Yes. Marvellous to watch? Absolutely!
Nice one St. Theresa. That was bloody impressive stuff by anyone’s standards.
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Were you watching the same thing as me with thinking this fuckin moronr sounded presidential? WTF is wrong with you, so he acts normal for a second and “sounds presidential” THIS IS NOT NORMAL do not make it.
#Notmypresident #whinylittlebitch
I mean he was so well behaved in comparison to normal – well, his normal anyway. May had him eating out of her hand….albeit he’ll probably Tweet something different soon….
I have NEVER heard him sound anywhere close to presidential. Never.
I must have watched a different broadcast. I saw May nodding and agreeing with the madman, interjecting, when he let her, a few points here and there.
You clearly did. May ran the show. I was startled but she did.
I agree with you on this one old bean. Saint Theresa overwhelmed the orange anus.