SOFREP Cartoon: Greenland and a Shark Named Trump

The Music Is Already Playing

Our European friends are sitting on a weather-beaten dock, lines in the water, beer getting warm, pretending the sea has manners. The soundtrack is unmistakable if you know what you are listening for.

Dunn dunn…..dunn, dunn…

It is not panic yet. It is anticipation. The kind that comes when history clears its throat and waits to see who flinches first. Greenland sits there like a slab of unattended meat, strategic, exposed, and politely ignored while everyone argues about whether the splash in the water was a wave or something with intent.

The Fin Does Not Negotiate

Trump never needed to swim fast. He only needed Europe to stay still. The fin breaking the surface is not a threat. It is a reminder of leverage. Alliances that run on sentiment tend to snap when invoices arrive. Arctic real estate, missile warning arcs, shipping lanes, and rare earths are not sentimental objects. They are valuable assets. The fin moves because it can, because it knows the dock was built by committees and maintained by assumptions.

Waiting for the Dock to Shake

The cruel joke is that nobody will claim surprise when the water turns red. They will say the signs were always there, that the warnings were audible, that the timing was unfortunate.

They will say many things while scrambling up a ladder that was never designed to hold weight.

By then, the music will be loud enough for everyone to hear, and it will not matter who finally admits what it means.