"How To Cower Elite Wussies" at Davos

 

Another Snagged off Farcebook while I was on the cruise thingie.

It’s been hilarious watching Trump’s masterclass in “How to Cower Elite Wussies” at Davos.

The WEF elites mistake spreadsheets for courage and panel discussions for strength. Their effete, limp-wristed males wear tailored suits but have the posture and presence of substitute teachers. Their vinegar-faced females clutch lattes and explain - through trembling smiles - why YOU must accept less so that THEY can feel virtuous about “the transition.”

For years, these pompous windbags strutted around like philosopher kings and queens.

So sure of themselves. So brave when speaking to captive audiences and a compliant press. So bold when announcing that other people would need to eat bugs, tighten belts, lower expectations, surrender ownership, abandon tradition, and “adapt.” All delivered in that soft, bloodless Davos tone - condescension masquerading as compassion.

But then Trump, like Gandalf on the Bridge of Khazad-Dum, strides onto the stage and thunders “you shall not pass!”

And suddenly the Davos elites’ courage vanishes.

These feckless wusses are just wannabe tyrants. Real tyrants have nerve. They’re wannabe revolutionaries. Real revolutionaries risk something. The WEF class is managerial to the bone - precious career climbers, pretentious credential collectors, middle aged prefects who rose by never offending anyone stronger than themselves. Their authority exists only in rooms where disagreement is disallowed and consequences are theoretical.

That’s why the shift is so revealing.

The same crowd that wagged its finger at entire nations now speaks in careful hedges. The same mouths that confidently declared the future “inevitable” suddenly sound unsure. The same people who mocked dissent as ignorance are now desperately trying to sound reasonable, moderate, listening. Watch them physically shrink - voices softening, language watering down, principles melting into mush.

Because at heart, they are terrified of conflict they can’t referee.

They are brave when power is abstract; fearless when no one can say no; and ruthless when the costs are paid by strangers.

But faced with force, resolve, or a challenge that doesn’t care about their credentials? They fold. They always have. The Davos elite aren’t evil geniuses. They’re puffed up, evil mediocrities with delusions of adequacy.

Their brittle authority is propped up by prestige and fear of social disapproval. But once that fear dissolves, there’s nothing underneath. No backbone. No conviction. No willingness to stand behind what they so smugly demanded of everyone else.

Trump has exposed them for the feckless, ineffectual, self-congratulatory apparatchiks that they’ve always been.