The World Moved On. Trump Went Golfing.
Ukraine didn’t warn him. China doesn’t need him. Europe’s done negotiating. And the beavers? They’re just quietly saving the planet while America embarrasses itself.
Good morning! Donald Trump spent the weekend doing what he does best: golfing, rage-posting, and letting the world pass him by. In Virginia, he posed with pro golfers and speculated, once again, on whether Joe Biden is a robot. In Russia, 41 strategic aircraft exploded in a fiery symphony of Ukrainian drone precision. And in Beijing, the Chinese government all but rolled its eyes as Trump accused them of trade betrayal, issuing a blunt “we don’t have time for your sandbox politics” response.
Let’s begin in Ukraine, where the Security Service carried out a shock-and-awe drone strike deep inside Russian territory, disabling nearly 34% of Russia’s strategic bomber fleet. Code-named Spiderweb, the operation involved 117 drones and over a year of planning. The White House was deliberately kept in the dark, according to Axios and CBS, a stunning sign of just how little Ukraine trusts, or needs, Trump anymore. His reaction? Silence. Not even a grunt between golf swings.
China, meanwhile, is treating Trump’s trade war cosplay with the weariness of someone who’s been through this sitcom before. After last month’s theatrical “Geneva Agreement” briefly cooled the tariff fever, Trump torched it again, revoking student visas and tightening export controls on AI components. Beijing’s response? Shrug. Their strategy is logical: develop domestic industries, minimize U.S. exposure, and stop trying to reason with the malfunctioning soda machine that is Trump’s economic brain.
And Ukraine? Ukraine didn’t just ignore Trump, they upstaged him. In a poetic reversal of Trump’s infamous Oval Office sneer (“You don’t have the cards, Zelensky”), the Ukrainian president played a hand so bold it reshuffled the entire deck. Spiderweb, a 117-drone blitz on four Russian air bases, crippled a third of Russia’s strategic bomber fleet. The drones launched from disguised cargo trucks parked next to FSB headquarters. The kind of op that, if carried out by the U.S., would earn a Hollywood script deal and a dozen Senate hearings. Under Trump, it earned a blank stare and a golf swing.
Zelensky didn’t ask permission. Why would he? This week, a viral meme answered Trump’s old line with Zelensky smirking: “How about now?”
As Ukraine executes one of the most surgically effective strikes in modern warfare history, Trump is busy reposting robot-Biden conspiracies and spreading lies about Harvard teaching middle school math. Meanwhile, the European Union threatens counter-tariffs, Latin America leans into Chinese trade, and even Africa is being courted by Beijing while Trump’s Pentagon pulls out. The multi-polar world Trump claimed he wanted is here, but America is now the pole no one leans on.
Back home, the Harvard math lie has gone from late-night muttering to federal policy fiction. Two agencies have cited it in official memos, canceling contracts and condemning a university whose lowest-level math course is introductory calculus. The story is built around a viral tweet misinterpreting a five-day calculus course that included algebra review, a common experience for pandemic-affected high schoolers. But in Trump’s America, if it goes viral, it becomes law.
A man shouting "Free Palestine" threw incendiary devices into a peaceful vigil for Israeli hostages in Boulder, injuring eight people. The victims ranged in age from 52 to 88. Trump’s administration immediately shifted from public safety to immigration panic, with Stephen Miller claiming, without confirmation, that the attacker had overstayed a visa. DHS has said only that details are forthcoming.
And yet, the American public appears to be catching on. A new YouGov poll shows that 57% of respondents believe Trump’s age is impairing his presidency. That’s before factoring in the part where he reposted a theory that Biden was executed and replaced with a robotic clone. Even The New York Times covered that one, on page one. Favorability numbers don’t look any better. Atlas Intel has Obama at +10, AOC at +4, Trump at –1. JD Vance is at –14, which is roughly the political equivalent of shingles.
Trump’s economic message, meanwhile, is now just a series of broken promises and nonbinding hallucinations. The “deal” with the UK? A glorified memo that favored Rolls-Royce and Jaguar over any U.S. automaker. The “deals” with China? Nonexistent. According to his commerce secretary, the new strategy is to simply let Trump set tariff rates unilaterally and call that a deal. No signatures, no talks, just an emperor with no clothes and a Sharpie.
But there is a bright spot. A humble, hopeful one. The return of the Eurasian beaver to Britain marks a bright spot; these animals have repopulated areas where rivers have been poisoned, straightened, and forgotten. Not with a press release, but with mud, sticks, and ecological wisdom. Once hunted to extinction, they are now protected and reintroduced to the wild. Their dams filter pollution, prevent floods, raise water tables, and bring back frogs, fish, birds, bats, even dormice. They do more for climate resilience than most G7 leaders.
They don’t tweet, they don’t hold summits, they just fix things. Quietly, effectively, and persistently.
In a world of unstable tyrants and collapsing legitimacy, the beaver is proving to be a more trustworthy civil engineer than most of the Trump cabinet. While Trump fantasizes about trade wars and robot clones, the beavers are making rivers livable again. And the rest of the world, Zelensky, Xi, Brussels, even Ottawa, is increasingly doing the same.
They’re not playing his game anymore.
And neither should we.
Relevance. Some years ago, after the usual push & pull of politics a somewhat frustrated President Clinton noted “the President is still relevant.” And, today, we are again reminded no matter our distaste the President remains relevant. Relevant like a child’s tantrum at the mall, one cannot ignore the child. The art is how to deal with it. Seems to me the world is sorting it out. Your kid, your problem.
It’s like a page out of a Carl Hiaasen novel only it ain’t made up. Clearly we have entered an age of delusion that i suspect evolution will intercede with appropriate means.