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Someone asked "Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?"
Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England, wrote this
magnificent response:

"A few things spring to mind.
Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem.
For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no
compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no
self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace - all qualities,
funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.
So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump's limitations into
embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once
said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing - not once, ever.
I don't say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not
ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility -
for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.
But with Trump, it's a fact. He doesn't even seem to understand what a joke
is - his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual
act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never
laughs; he only crows or jeers.
And scarily, he doesn't just talk in crude, witless insults - he actually
thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices
and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It's
all surface.
Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.
Well, we don't. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.
And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our
heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist.
Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that.
He's not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.
He's more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a
That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into
a snivelling sidekick instead.
There are unspoken rules to this stuff - the Queensberry rules of basic
decency - and he breaks them all. He punches downwards - which a gentleman
should, would, could never do - and every blow he aims is below the belt.
He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless - and he kicks
them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority - perhaps a third - of Americans
look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think 'Yeah, he
seems like my kind of guy' is a matter of some confusion and no little
distress to British people, given that:

  • Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
  • You don't need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in
the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and
many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss.
After all, it's impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a
sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being
artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of
shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of
nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so
He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.
In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from
human flaws - he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair
and scream in anguish:
'My God... what... have... I... created?
If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set."

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