Donald Trump walked into the United Nations and did what American presidents almost never do: he refused to play along. He refused to pretend the UN is anything but a dysfunctional collection of cronies, kleptocrats, and bureaucrats who survive on America’s dime.
And of course, the foreigners are furious. The fjord-dwellers, the continental elites, the bureaucrats who couldn’t fix a moving staircase if their lives depended on it—they’re all clutching their pearls that Trump dared to mock their little club.
Good. Let them seethe. Because the truth is simple: foreign outrage doesn’t matter.
For decades, American leaders have treated the disapproval of Europeans and other “international voices” as some sort of cosmic judgment. But what exactly have these countries earned in the way of moral authority? Europe gave us Nazism and communism, ideologies that murdered tens of millions.
The Balkans slaughtered their neighbors with shovels when the Soviet yoke loosened. The Middle East has given us endless blood feuds and terrorist networks. And yet, we’re supposed to bow our heads when these same countries shake their fists at America?
Trump won’t. He laughs at them. He laughs at their broken escalators at Turtle Bay, a perfect symbol of an institution that consumes billions and delivers nothing. He laughs at their “climate change” obsession, their strikes, their empty hotel rooms with no air-conditioning, their car-free streets where the “serfs” are disarmed and the criminals roam free. And he laughs hardest at their impotent fury.
The left here at home, of course, is desperate to leverage that foreign outrage. They want Americans to feel ashamed, as if we should tremble because some German minister or Scandinavian bureaucrat calls Trump “dangerous.”
But Americans don’t care—and why should we? These are the same Europeans who sneer at our faith, our guns, and our patriotism while presiding over plummeting birthrates and surrendering their cities to migrants they cannot control. They’re not our peers—they’re cautionary tales.
Foreigners think of us as brash, overeating rubes. We, in turn, barely think of them at all. And when we do, it’s usually as a reminder of what not to do. Their “universal health care” is rationed misery. Their “diverse” societies are fractured powder kegs. Their “international law” is a cudgel used only against America and Israel.
