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Well, its seems that is what he really wants stirring up racial divisions. what do you think?
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Would Trump be a good Confederate president?
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That was a doomed job, no matter who occupied it. Who can preside effectively over a coalition whose only point of agreement is a love of enslavement and a burning hatred of centralized governance?
But no, Trump certainly could not have handled the job. An effective wartime leader he is not. And whereas Davis struggled to recruit consistent European support, Trump overtly offends Europe at every opportunity. He really doesn't grasp where money or its value actually come from. So the three major crises the Confederacy faced - disunity, isolation, and inflation - would have been even greater disasters under his dubious guidance.
But no, Trump certainly could not have handled the job. An effective wartime leader he is not. And whereas Davis struggled to recruit consistent European support, Trump overtly offends Europe at every opportunity. He really doesn't grasp where money or its value actually come from. So the three major crises the Confederacy faced - disunity, isolation, and inflation - would have been even greater disasters under his dubious guidance.
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Donald Horatio Trumpus (1815-1887) was the President of the Confederacy during its brief existence (April-December 1861.) He was seen by contemporaries as a highly contradictory figure and an easily distracted leader. A wealthy speculator in cotton, yams, and slaves, he was nearly prevented from assuming leadership, when, just prior to the establishment of the Confederacy, he was involved in a scandal that horrified polite society. As the Richmond Examiner put it: "he compelled the Swedish Nightingale to engage in an act of unnatural connubial perversity, for hire." In other words, he paid Jenny Lind to blow him, afterward paying her $130,000 to shut her Swedish piehole. When she later realized that the payoff was in Confederate scrip, she attempted to destroy his public reputation by touring the Northern states, performing the operetta It's As Tiny As You've Heard. But by then he was the Confederate President.
His roughly nine month rule was tempestuous. When Britain and France refused to back the rebel nation, Trumpus imposed 100% tariffs on their goods, at which point both Carolinas seceded from the Confederacy (see The Fuck You Re-Rebellion, in any standard history.) Even more damaging was his appointment of Jedediah Hegseth as Secretary of War. Trumpus had seen Hegseth playing Zip Coon in a performance by the Virginia Minstrels. Hegseth established a system of couriers to rush war plans to the Confederate generals; somehow the list of recipients included Horace Greeley at the New York Tribune, and by late May, the Tribune was running Confederate war plans in its daily editions. Lincoln would write, in his diary: "I read the morning Tribune when it is brought to my desk, and by late afternoon I have telegraphed counter measures to my generals in the field. Even such a dandy as McLellan can wreak a victory when he knows where to strike. This makes the conducting of war to be an easeful dalliance."
By early November, the Southern cause was hopeless. Contemporaries portray Trumpus at this point as strangely detached. At a war rally held on Thanksgiving Day, at the Richmond racetrack, he gave a long, rambling address, which veered from vague predictions of victory to a long reverie on Millard Fillmore's penile endowment: "I perhaps should refrain from mentioning this, with ladies present. But those who bathed with him in the Niagara River said, My God and All the Angels in Heaven, but his masculine ornamentation has the dimensions of an elephant's! It is a wonder that his wife can walk at all." The war ended three weeks later, but Trumpus never conceded defeat. The subsequent events were predictable: he attempted to flee from the Union army with the Confederate gold reserves; dressed in his wife's clothing to evade detection, which was self-defeating ("We saw that wide-brimmed blue hat, with orange locks pressed out on the wrinkled forehead, a passing strange vision, and we knew we had our villain," stated the arresting officer in his official report.) Trumpus was locked away in a military prison, in leg irons, as the government pondered treason charges. Unfortunately, they pondered...and pondered...and pondered...and finally gave up.
His roughly nine month rule was tempestuous. When Britain and France refused to back the rebel nation, Trumpus imposed 100% tariffs on their goods, at which point both Carolinas seceded from the Confederacy (see The Fuck You Re-Rebellion, in any standard history.) Even more damaging was his appointment of Jedediah Hegseth as Secretary of War. Trumpus had seen Hegseth playing Zip Coon in a performance by the Virginia Minstrels. Hegseth established a system of couriers to rush war plans to the Confederate generals; somehow the list of recipients included Horace Greeley at the New York Tribune, and by late May, the Tribune was running Confederate war plans in its daily editions. Lincoln would write, in his diary: "I read the morning Tribune when it is brought to my desk, and by late afternoon I have telegraphed counter measures to my generals in the field. Even such a dandy as McLellan can wreak a victory when he knows where to strike. This makes the conducting of war to be an easeful dalliance."
By early November, the Southern cause was hopeless. Contemporaries portray Trumpus at this point as strangely detached. At a war rally held on Thanksgiving Day, at the Richmond racetrack, he gave a long, rambling address, which veered from vague predictions of victory to a long reverie on Millard Fillmore's penile endowment: "I perhaps should refrain from mentioning this, with ladies present. But those who bathed with him in the Niagara River said, My God and All the Angels in Heaven, but his masculine ornamentation has the dimensions of an elephant's! It is a wonder that his wife can walk at all." The war ended three weeks later, but Trumpus never conceded defeat. The subsequent events were predictable: he attempted to flee from the Union army with the Confederate gold reserves; dressed in his wife's clothing to evade detection, which was self-defeating ("We saw that wide-brimmed blue hat, with orange locks pressed out on the wrinkled forehead, a passing strange vision, and we knew we had our villain," stated the arresting officer in his official report.) Trumpus was locked away in a military prison, in leg irons, as the government pondered treason charges. Unfortunately, they pondered...and pondered...and pondered...and finally gave up.
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Trump is not capable of being a good President under any circumstance.
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Trump would not even make a good door stop.
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True, but you get to kick doorstops.