Trump has “ruled out force” to take Greenland. Lovely. Like a man in a pub telling you he’s definitely not going to hit you, while he keeps describing in detail how much he wants your wallet.
The problem is he hasn’t dropped the demand. He keeps saying he will have Greenland. Not “we’d like closer cooperation”, not “we need basing rights”, not “let’s negotiate a new security arrangement”. He’s talking about ownership. Possession. Title. As if it’s a distressed property and he’s popped round with a clipboard.
That’s why the promise not to use force means very little. It’s not a principle, it’s a mood. A dispositional state. It lasts right up until it doesn’t, and then suddenly it becomes “national security” and “emergency powers” and “we had no choice”. Dictators don’t start with tanks. They start with entitlement.
This is Quantum Trump again. The man exists in two states at once: “I won’t use force” and “I will have it”, until reality collapses into whichever version feeds his ego on the day. I’ve already written a full blog post on the Quantum Trump, because frankly it’s the only way to describe the madness without reaching for a nice little breakfast whiskey.
And here’s the tell. If you genuinely weren’t going to use force, you wouldn’t need to keep insisting you’ll get it anyway. You’d accept the answer “no”, and move on to something realistic. The fact he can’t do that is the whole story.
So yes, he says force is off the table. But when he's hiding a gun under the table, like in a Western poker game, you don’t bet your sovereignty on it.
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