There is a profound, almost poetic symmetry in the news that Air Force One—that gleaming, blue-and-white phallus of American exceptionalism—was forced to make a humiliating U-turn due to a 'minor electrical issue.' It seems the universe has a sense of irony that the rest of us lost somewhere between the 2016 primaries and the current, agonizing slow-motion collapse of Western civilization. Here we have Donald Trump, a man who built a brand on the illusion of indestructible gold-plated competence, sitting in a pressurized cabin while a handful of copper wires decided to quit. One can only imagine the scene: the most powerful man in the world, or at least the loudest, rendered immobile by the same kind of technical glitch that prevents your grandmother from operating a toaster.

The destination of this aborted flight was, of course, Davos. The World Economic Forum. For those blissfully unaware, Davos is a yearly ritual where the world’s most successful parasites gather in the Swiss Alps to lecture the rest of us on the virtues of austerity while feasting on wagyu beef and debating how to 'save the planet' from the very carbon footprints they created to get there. It is a festival of performative empathy, a masterclass in the kind of globalist theater that the Left treats as a religious pilgrimage and the Right treats as a satanic cabal. In reality, it is just a high-altitude lobbyist mixer where the plutocracy reminds itself that it is better than you. Trump’s presence there is the ultimate punchline—the man who campaigned against 'globalists' rushing back into their perfumed embrace the moment a microphone is offered. He is a populist in the same way a wolf is a shepherd; he just likes the view of the flock.

But let us return to the 'electrical issue.' In an age where we are told that technology is our new god, there is something deeply refreshing about a multimillion-dollar aircraft being defeated by a short circuit. It is a reminder that for all our geopolitical posturing and military-industrial complex flexing, we are still entirely dependent on infrastructure that is rotting from the inside out. The Boeing 747 in question is essentially a flying museum piece, a 1980s relic kept on life support by a budget that could feed a small nation. It is a perfect metaphor for the American political landscape: a shiny, impressive exterior masking a tangled mess of outdated wiring and sparks that threaten to ignite the whole thing at any moment.

The reactions to this non-event are as predictable as they are exhausting. On one side, we have the resistance-liberals, currently hunched over their keyboards praying that the 'minor issue' was a sign of divine intervention or a precursor to a total structural failure. They have spent years hoping for a deus ex machina to save them from the reality of their own political incompetence, and a faulty fuse is apparently the best they can hope for. On the other side, the MAGA loyalists are likely already drafting manifestos suggesting that the electrical glitch was a Deep State sabotage attempt—a coordinated effort by the 'cabal' to prevent their savior from delivering a speech that would have undoubtedly changed the course of history (or at least provided ten minutes of incoherent rambling about trade deficits and water pressure). Both sides are equally delusional, trapped in a feedback loop where even a loose wire is interpreted through the lens of a cosmic struggle between good and evil.

In truth, the situation is far more boring and far more depressing. It is simply a manifestation of the general entropy that has overtaken our institutions. We live in a world where the people in charge cannot keep the lights on—literally or metaphorically—but expect us to believe they can manage the complexities of global trade and climate change. The Davos crowd wants to 'reset' the world, but they can't even ensure that a head of state makes it across the Atlantic without the plane’s motherboard having a nervous breakdown. It is a farce of the highest order. We are being led by people who are essentially toddlers playing with a nuclear-powered chemistry set, and we are expected to applaud the 'minor' nature of the inevitable explosions.

So, the plane turned around. The President stayed on the ground. The billionaires in Switzerland had to wait a few more hours for their favorite orange-hued entertainer to arrive. The world continued to spin, oblivious to the fact that its self-appointed masters are one frayed cable away from total irrelevance. The 'minor electrical issue' isn't just a maintenance problem; it’s a status report on the human race. We are short-circuiting, and there isn't a mechanic in the world who knows how to fix the wiring.