Trump’s suddenly a compassion filled humanitarian? Please pass the barf bag. I am disgusted.
What better way to dodge the Epstein spotlight than to suddenly slap on a halo and pretend you’re a saint? Give me a break. In the past 24 hours, Donald Trump has magically rebranded himself from chaos agent to humanitarian-in-chief. We’re now meant to believe he’s deeply concerned about starving children in Gaza. Please don’t forget that this is the same man who dismantled U.S. contributions to global food aid and let warehouses full of emergency supplies rot under his watch. He undermined international relief systems, and we’re expected to buy his wide-eyed concern for the suffering?
He says he’s sent $60 million in food support last week, but of course, adds that it’s “being stolen.” Yes Trump. Leave a backdoor out.
Then there’s his whiplash-inducing shift on Russia. Suddenly, if Putin doesn’t shape up, he says he’ll impose tariffs and sanctions in 10 to 12 days. Why not 14? That’s usually his favourite magical time frame to kick the can. But no, this one’s “10 or 12,” because well there’s reasons. Because vague is the game when you have no plan.
And now this morning, he’s sitting with UK Prime Minister Keir Starmer like some elder statesman of peace and compassion. A man who once said he’d bomb civilians, now wants credit for caring? The same man who tried to shake down Ukraine for dirt, now cloaks himself in concern for their suffering?
And then, surprise surprise, out comes what I’ll refer to as the ‘God card.’ I wouldn’t be surprised if next week we get a carefully staged photo of him clutching a Bible, again, upside down, standing outside a burned-out aid truck.
You can almost picture this scene: Trump, pacing, saying to his loyal contingent as they brief him that the Epstein files case is heating up further, “My best shot is if they think I am concerned about starving children. People will forgive when they see me stepping up.”
That’s what this is. Not a change of heart. A change of strategy. An image rehab tour disguised as moral awakening. Because here’s the truth: the Epstein case isn’t going away. His name is being whispered in the halls of Congress, screamed on podcasts, and sprayed across conspiracy-laden timelines. Trump’s proximity to that fire is real. And like any cornered animal, he’s doing what he does best distracting, deflecting, and inventing a new storyline to survive the moment.
So no, I’m not saying don’t welcome food aid or pressure on Russia. By all means, let the man throw us a bone if it gets results. But let’s not pretend we’re watching a redemption arc. This isn’t rebirth. It’s repackaging.
The core of the man hasn’t changed. He’s not Moses parting the Red Sea. He’s just trying to drain the swamp of headlines with his own crocodile tears.
Today’s soft-focus messiah routine is just the latest act in the show. Because if the press and the public start to believe he’s suddenly found empathy, maybe, just maybe, they’ll forget that his name keeps surfacing in one of the darkest scandals of the century.
Don’t be fooled by this charlatan. This isn’t compassion, it’s camouflage. A man doesn’t grow a heart overnight. He just grows more desperate. I am definitely not fooled but am grateful for aid that will come from the American people. Today’s tearful saviour is tomorrow’s tantrum thrower. And he knows that if he doesn’t sell this “Compassion Trump” character well enough? Epstein stays on the menu.
Nancy's Notes 