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William Astore, The American Military Under Trump and the DOGE

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Hey, why not buy (or just take) Greenland? After all, we already have a military base there, once known as Thule Air Base and, in 2023, renamed Pituffik Space Base in honor of the settlement of local people who were — yes! — displaced in 1951 when it was first built. And since there are still only about 22,000 Greenlanders on that giant landscape distinctly linked to North America, why shouldn’t Donald Trump, in his second term in office, pick it up for a song from the Danes, whether they or the Greenlanders want to sell it or not? I’m sure it’s crossed your mind, too, that, as our next president put it recently, the “ownership and control of Greenland is an absolute necessity” for our country’s national security.

If we don’t take possession of those two million square kilometers of rock and ice, don’t be surprised if that “near-Arctic power” China sends its military in. Why, back in 2016, Denmark turned down an offer from a Chinese mining company to buy an abandoned naval base there! And if they were to take Greenland, the obvious next step would be the Panama Canal, right? After all, isn’t the Chinese military already operating that waterway? Otherwise, why would our next president have wished a Merry Christmas on Truth Social “to the wonderful soldiers of China, who are lovingly, but illegally, operating the Panama canal.” (No matter that the Panamanian president has sworn “there are no Chinese soldiers in the canal, for the love of God.”)

Worse yet, if Greenland and that canal fall to the enemy, can Canada, also known (at least to our next president and, according to him, so many Canadians) as “the 51st state,” be far behind, especially with Prime Minister Justin Trudeau resigning after almost a decade in office? And after all of that territory has been tucked away (at least in the dreams of one Donald J. Trump), who knows what might come next? Of course, if we don’t get too carried away ahead of time, all we have to do is wait less than two weeks until he’s once again president and perhaps we’ll find out.

In the meantime, let retired Air Force Lieutenant Colonel and TomDispatch regular William Astore, who runs the must-read Bracing Views Substack, fill you in on how Trump and his buddy, future trillionaire Elon Musk, are likely to make what’s already the world’s most distinctly over-endowed military “great” again just in time to take any place on Earth. Tom

End Warness, Not Wokeness

Ten Thoughts on Curbing the Worst Excesses of U.S. Militarism

As President-elect Donald Trump prepares to take America back (again!) to greatness, there’s been much talk of Elon Musk’s new DOGE, or Department of Government Efficiency, and whether it will dare tackle Pentagon spending in useful ways. Could it curb rampant fraud, waste, and abuse within military contracting? Will the Pentagon finally pass a financial audit after seven consecutive failed attempts? Might the war in Ukraine finally sputter to an end, along with U.S. taxpayer support for that country of roughly $175 billion over the last three years?

“Efficiency” may be the word of the hour, but a more "efficient" imperial military, with a looser leash to attack Iran, bottle up China, and threaten Russia would likely bring yet more unrest to a world that's already experiencing war-making chaos. When military “lethality” becomes the byword of even the Democrats, as was true with Kamala Harris's campaign -- her vice-presidential running mate's main criticism of the Trump record on Iran was that his leadership was too "fickle" when it came to that country's possible acquisition of a nuclear weapon -- one wonders if any move toward restraint, let alone sanity and peace, is possible within the Washington beltway.

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Rebecca Gordon, Punch-Drunk But Still on Our Feet

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Let’s face it: our world is, to put it mildly, a distinct mess. It doesn’t matter whether you’re checking out the never-ending, devastating war in Ukraine; the ever more embattled Middle East; North Korea, which has more than 11,000 troops fighting and dying in… yes!… Ukraine; or South Korea, which is now in a state of near political collapse. And, of course, that’s just to start down a list of global horrors on a planet that, in case you hadn’t noticed, is now heating up at a startling pace. And all of that was true even before… gulp, Donald Trump, a living, breathing sign of this country’s potential future devastation (disintegration? collapse?) returns to the White House and prepares an all-American hell on earth for the rest of us.

Yes, Rebecca Gordon, who starts a potentially devastating 2025 with her 90th piece for TomDispatch, couldn’t be more on target when she describes herself as feeling a little “punch-drunk.” Under the circumstances, I feel no less punch-drunk, imagining what it will be like to live my 80th through 84th years with — can you believe it? — Donald Trump and his deeply disturbed and disturbing crew back running (running down? running away with?) this country on an increasingly punch-drunk planet.

I mean, imagine a great power headed by a billionaire who has already appointed 13 other billionaires to serve in his government (with a combined wealth of at least $383 billion), including the richest man on Planet Earth and the possible future first trillionaire, Elon Musk. Without a doubt, his will be the wealthiest administration in American history. The all-American demagogue who, the first time around, untaxed the rich in a stunning fashion, is back in charge of an all-American world of staggering and still growing inequality, and there can be little doubt that worse is to come. With that in mind, let Gordon consider how to live with (rather than without) the man of the hour — all too sadly not our hour, but his. Tom

Finding Hope

In the Negative Spaces of the Trump Era

The expression “punch-drunk,” Google informs me, means “stupefied by or as if by a series of heavy blows to the head.” Google’s Oxford Language entry then offers a not-terribly-illuminating example of the term’s use: "I feel a little punch-drunk today." Right now, a better one might be something like: “After November 5, 2024, a lot of people have been feeling more than a little punch-drunk.”

Learning on the night of November 5th that Donald Trump had probably been reelected president certainly left me feeling stupefied, with a sense that I’d somehow sustained a number of heavy blows to the head. The experience was undoubtedly amplified by the fact that I'd spent the previous three months in Reno, Nevada, as part of a seven-day-a-week political effort to prevent just such an outcome, along with a crew of valiant UNITE-HERE union members and more than 1,000 volunteer canvassers organized by Seed the Vote.

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Engelhardt, President Chaos

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[Note for TomDispatch Readers: Well, the 24th year of TomDispatch begins today. And I want to thank all of you who, as last year ended, lent this site a helping hand. It meant the world to me. Still, as 2025 is upon us, I urge any of you who read TomDispatch regularly and haven’t visited our donation page to consider doing so and offering us some aid. It’s still truly needed so that this site can plow on this year. And with that, I’ll stop bothering you for at least a couple of weeks. Whatever any of you do to keep TD afloat, I thank you so much from the bottom of my heart! Tom]

[Un]Happy New Year

Trump Two Is a Formula for… Yes!… Hell on Earth

Honestly, as 2025 begins, isn't it finally time to reimagine American history? So, what do you think of this: George Trump, Abraham Trump, Ulysses S. Trump, Franklin D. Trump, Dwight D. Trump, John F. Trump, Lyndon B. Trump, and even Richard M. and George W. Trump. And yes, of course, on January 20th, Donald J. Trump (of all people) will once again be president of these distinctly (dis-)United States of America.

As Joe Biden hobbles into... well, if not the future, then some unknown past, HE looms over us, the political equivalent of a giant armed drone about to be back in the skies of our lives. Of all the Americans whom, once upon a time, I couldn't have dreamed of being in the White House, Donald J. Trump would have been at the top of my list. No longer, of course. Sometimes I even imagine calling my parents back from the dead and trying to explain President Trump (twice!) to them. They would be... well, flabbergasted is far too modest a word for it, even if, to put him in a context they would have understood, I had compared him to a nightmarish figure of their own time: Wisconsin Senator Joseph R. McCarthy.

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