Trump fancies himself the merchant prince of diplomacy—a bargain here, a boast there, as though the chancelleries of Delhi and Peking were but stalls in some gaudy bazaar.
Trump fancies himself the merchant prince of diplomacy—a bargain here, a boast there, as though the chancelleries of Delhi and Peking were but stalls in some gaudy bazaar.
With China he wagered on tariffs, thinking the mandarins would cry uncle when the golden spigot was pinched. Instead, they played the long game, as they always do, suffering the sting today for the profit tomorrow. Trump mistook patience for weakness, and in that he was wrong.