Well, folks, here we are again—Donald J. Trump, the Orange Phoenix, has clawed his way back to the top. He’s going to be the 47th President of the United States, and if you thought his first act was a spectacle, buckle up. The man thrives in chaos, and he’s bringing his brand of lovable lunacy back to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

This time, he’s armed with more than just late-night tweets—he’s got actionable plans to put America right back where we are supposed to be on the global stage. Here is a quick clue: it involves carrying a big stick (military might) and drilling for oil. It’s about self-sufficiency and not being beaten up every day for our lunch money. It’s about respect and pride in being an American, no matter what kind of hyphenated American you might happen to be. 

Let’s dive into what this means for America’s military machine and the fine art of building the peace.

The War Chest Grows

Trump’s promise to pump steroids into the military budget isn’t just a campaign gimmick. He’s dead set on building a force so powerful that even our own allies might start to sweat. Picture this: shiny new nukes, more ships than the entire Roman Empire, and a missile defense system straight out of a sci-fi fever dream. It’s the Reagan-Era’s “Star Wars” talk again, only this time, we have Elon Musk and the technical know-how to make it happen. 

“Peace through strength,” he’ll say, but let’s be honest—this is more like peace through an intimidating display of absurdly expensive toys. You know what, though? I’m fine with that. This old warrior would like to see his children and grandchildren grow up knowing peace. I’d rather see our tax dollars being spent on some kind of strategic defense initiative rather than sex change operations for convicts. 

NATO: Time to Pay Up

NATO better start paying its fair share—or so says the newly re-minted Commander-in-Chief. Trump’s approach to alliances is as transactional as a late-night poker game in Vegas. If you’re not coughing up cash for the good of the Organization you might be on the outside looking in. It’s only fair. If you can’t afford to be a member of the club, don’t join. We can’t keep playing the role of the world’s rich uncle forever. This is the way of the world. If I decide I don’t feel like paying Duke Energy my full monthly bill before long, they are going to leave me in the dark. 

The Ukraine Gambit

Ah, Ukraine. The land where proxy wars meet geopolitical theater. Trump’s plan? End the war fast—like ripping off a Band-Aid from a festering wound. How? He won’t say, and maybe he doesn’t know. I’ll bet you he has some idea, though, but he’s not going to show his hand. One thing is for certain: there will be a lot of deal-making and attempts at face-saving for all sides involved. It’s a damn tough thing to pull off, but I’m betting Trump can do it. Prediction: Zelensky is going to have to let at least a little bit of Ukraine go back to Mother Russia to get the beatings to stop. You just can’t get something for nothing.