By Dom Knight
Wednesday was a baffling day for many Australians. A man who we knew primarily from his grandstanding on The Apprentice, and whose campaign blended Wall Street with Animal House, was elected President of the United States.
From 20 January, Donald Trump won’t be firing hapless celebrities. He’ll be firing missiles.
To win, the president-elect defied the polls, scandals that ranged from the amusing to the thoroughly disturbing, and a public persona that once led The Simpsons to use “President Trump” as a punchline.
Seventy-seven per cent of Australians supported Hillary Clinton, according to the Lowy Institute, while only 11 per cent plumped for Trump.
The president-elect seems like a uniquely American creation, coughed up by a culture that doesn’t consider ‘reality tv’ an oxymoron. He’s relentlessly brash, has a torrid personal life, and loves lawsuits almost as much as he loves holding rallies in front of his Trump-branded 757.
We might assume that in Australia, an idiosyncratic billionaire couldn’t win office through bluster, chutzpah and well-targeted populism that struck a chord with discontented voters. And yet we’ve already had our very own Donald Trump.
Like Trump, Palmer offered tax cuts while simultaneously boosting infrastructure and health care. And although he didn’t put it on a baseball cap, he promised to make Australia the ‘lucky country’ again, presumably unaware that the term’s origin is ironic.