A Don Insane
TetleysTLDR: The Summary
Trump’s September 23, 2025 UN speech was not statesmanship but the incoherent ranting of a man in a straightjacket on meth. He attacked America’s allies, mocked Europe’s immigration and energy policies, and smeared London with racist dog-whistling, all while giving Russia a free pass. He ignored genocide, dismissed climate change as “the greatest con job in history,” and turned hostages in Gaza into cheap props for his circus of grievance. This wasn’t global leadership — it was a carnival of delusion.A statesman builds trust; Trump demolishes it. He denies science, sneers at democracy, and embraces despots while humiliating his supposed friends. The world doesn’t need a vaudeville act when it’s facing war, climate collapse, and humanitarian catastrophe. What we saw at the UN wasn’t Churchill or Reagan, but Donald Insane: a snake-oil salesman peddling chaos, and a danger not just to America, but to the planet itself.
TetleysTLDR: The article
WTAF just happened here? The United Nations General Assembly is supposed to be the high church of global diplomacy. Leaders stand at the podium to address the world, to speak not just to the suits in the chamber but to history itself. Kennedy, Mandela, Castro, even Gaddafi in his tents and theatrics: the General Assembly has long been a theatre of statesmanship, a place where words matter.
And then, on the twenty-third of September 2025, along lumbered Donald J. Trump. It wasn’t a speech. It wasn’t even a performance. It was the moron express derailing over a ravine. It was a rambling, foaming, erratic monologue that felt less like statecraft and more like the demented scrawls of a man locked in a padded cell with only a mirror and his ego for company. Trump wasn’t just off-script – he was off-planet.
The tone was set from the moment he started barking about escalators and broken teleprompters, like some washed-up holiday-camp entertainer filling time between raffle numbers. He was Michael Caine's 'Ray Say' to Jane Horrocks 'Little Voice' in that bit at the end where he incoherently snarls 'It's Over' to a crowd of Scarborough pensioners. This wasn’t leadership; it was gallows cabaret.
Then came the rants. Ping-ponging between self-praise and apocalyptic fury, Trump’s words ricocheted around the chamber like the rantings of a man in a straightjacket on meth. Climate change? “The greatest con job ever perpetrated on the world.” Immigration? A “tsunami” destroying Europe, with London allegedly “going to Sharia law.” Global institutions? “Corrupt,” “useless,” and “ineffective.”
This wasn’t the rhetoric of a leader guiding nations through crisis. It was the head full of teddy bears stream-of-consciousness fury of a pub bore, except this one has nuclear launch codes.
What makes Trump uniquely dangerous is not just the incoherence, but the direction of his fire. He saves his venom for America’s friends and reserves his warmth for America’s enemies. Europe bore the brunt of his bile this week. He sneered at German energy policy, mocked Britain’s immigration record, and all but declared that NATO allies were weak, feeble states dragging the USA down. This, from the man who has spent his career dodging responsibility, debt, the tax man, the judge, reality and the draft.
Contrast that with how he spoke, or rather didn’t speak, about Russia. Not a word of condemnation for Moscow’s ongoing aggression, its hybrid warfare, its destabilisation campaigns. No mention of the assassinations, the disinformation, the war crimes in Ukraine. Putin gets a free ride, because Trump sees in him not a threat, but a kindred spirit. To insult your allies while excusing your adversaries is not diplomacy. It’s treachery dressed up as America First.
Perhaps the most chilling aspect of Trump’s UN tirade was what he didn’t say. Not a whisper about genocide, about ethnic cleansing, about the mass graves and displaced peoples that stain this century. When other leaders, even the cautious, compromised ones at least attempt to grapple with Gaza, Sudan, Xinjiang, Nagorno-Karabakh, Trump waved it all away. To him, genocide is an inconvenience, an uncomfortable fact that distracts from his theatre of grievance. But genocide ignored is genocide enabled. Trump’s silence is complicity, and his refusal to acknowledge the blood of innocents marks him out not just as unfit, but as morally bankrupt.
No statesman can afford to live in denial of science. No leader who ignores reality can guide a nation through it. Yet Trump strutted onto the world’s stage and declared climate change 'the greatest con job in history'. Tell that to the farmers in Kansas watching their crops wither. T ell that to the island nations drowning inch by inch. Tell that to the firefighters in California, Australia, and Greece choking on ash as summers stretch into infernos. This isn’t just ignorance, it’s wilful vandalism. Trump is not merely a climate sceptic; he is a saboteur, determined to strangle the future to prop up the fossil-fuel barons who bankroll his empire of lies. He has turned denial into doctrine, and in doing so has condemned generations to catastrophe.
Beyond science, Trump’s speech revealed his deeper pathology: a loathing of democracy itself. He spoke of borders, of walls, of expulsion, of punishment, never of liberty, of rights, or of people’s power to govern themselves. This is a man who tried to overturn his own country’s election. A man who incited insurrection on January 6th and still denies responsibility. A man whose worldview is not democratic but despotic, who sees in every autocrat a reflection of his own desire for unchecked power. When Trump derides the UN as 'ineffective', what he really means is that multilateralism, cooperation, dialogue and compromise offends him. He prefers the strongman’s bargain: bullying, threats, transactional deals. Democracy, in Trump’s universe, is weakness.
And this UN speech wasn’t delivered in a vacuum. It was part of a broader carnival of delusion, the ongoing farce of Trumpism that has warped American politics and threatened global stability. We have lived through his obsession with crowd sizes, his Sharpie-altered hurricane maps, his bleach injections, his golf-course diplomacy. We have endured four years of lies, impeachments, indictments, and attempted coups. And now, in his second coming, we are forced to watch the same circus pitched on the world stage, only this time the stakes are higher, the crises sharper, the dangers more profound.
Trump isn’t evolving. He isn’t even repeating. He is regressing, sinking deeper into paranoia and delusion, dragging America, and by extension the world, with him.
What does Trump’s latest tirade mean for the world? It means allies trust America less. It means enemies grow bolder. It means the global fight against climate change suffers another blow. It means genocidal regimes get more room to manoeuvre. It means the very idea of diplomacy, that words can prevent wars, that dialogue can save lives is undermined by a man who treats the UN like his own tawdry comedy club. The fallout is not just diplomatic; it is existential. When the leader of the most powerful country on Earth rejects science, sneers at allies, excuses tyrants, and ignores genocide, the world is not merely embarrassed. It is endangered.
A statesman elevates. Trump debases.
A statesman builds trust. Trump demolishes it. Less a statesman, more a right state of a man: A Don Insane - the Thick Orange Duck.
A statesman acknowledges reality. Trump denies it. Today’s UN speech was not an address to nations. It was a rant to his base, beamed live to Fox News, tailored not to persuade but to provoke. It was A Don Insane, the cracked mirror of American decline, standing on the podium of the world and screaming into the void. He is not Churchill reborn. He is not Reagan returned. He is not even Nixon in exile. He is the ghost of Barnum, selling snake oil to a planet on fire. He is the carnival barker of apocalypse, the meth-fizzing straightjacket messiah, the piece of shit salesman whose only product is chaos. And unless the world wakes up, his chaos will become all of ours.
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