Orange Card

 Donald Trump. Donald Trump. The saturating satsuma, clammily pressing his screaming pores against everything in the world, nothing left untainted, nothing untouched, his hamburger fingertips staining it all, soiling every damn thing. He's the distillation of everything bad in the world, isn't he? He's a tasteless vulgarian, a thief and a liar, his value systems upside down. He's corrupt, he's illiterate, a rapist and a racist. It's possible he's a paedophile. Nothing he says is true, and he has the articulacy and poise of a four year old. He's destroyed discourse in America and coarsened it for the rest of the world. We have Farage doing a "Who Do You Do?" impression of him. He's thin skinned, monomaniacal, an advocate for new industries like cryptocurrency and A.I. which destroy culture, and for old ones like fossil fuels, which destroy everything else. You wouldn't want to share a lift with him, or a suite in a hotel, or a planet. You wouldn't trust him with your kids, or to order a Chinese takeaway, or to pluck a golf tee from the green without shitting in his pants, but he's fine with the nuclear codes. 

I don't like Donald Trump. Today he's gone further still. 

He's made me aware of some stuff going on in the world of football. 

Is there no end to this guy's monstrosity?

American striker Folarin Balogun had earned a red card and a one match ban. Trump, who was, according himself, once a fine athlete, heard about this and wasn't happy. Belgium would have a full team, America wouldn't. They'd be a man down. It was unfair, Trump reckoned. It was rigged "like the 2020 election had been". Yes, he actually used this to remind people of that fictional infraction of justice. Trump leaned on FIFA and FIFA buckled. The red card was rescinded. There was/is an uproar about how FIFA/Trump were bringing the game into disrepute. The palaver slipped its bounds. It leaked out of acceptable parameters, and I had to hear about it. I had to hear about the fucking football. 

Fucking Trump.