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Manifest Destiny 2.0: The Arctic Real Estate Grift and the Cowards in the Capitol

Buck Valor
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Wednesday, January 21, 2026
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A satirical oil painting of a gold-plated Trump Tower being air-dropped onto a massive, melting glacier in Greenland. In the foreground, tiny, faceless figures in suits (Congress) are frantically waving pieces of paper at the glacier while it ignores them. The sky is a toxic shade of orange and the water is filled with discarded MAGA hats.
(Original Image Source: bbc.com)

The American political theater has finally reached its logical, sub-zero conclusion: the attempted purchase of a sovereign land mass as if it were a distressed strip mall in Atlantic City. The headlines are currently vibrating with the question of whether the U.S. Congress—that hallowed collection of lobbyist-funded mannequins—can actually stop Donald Trump from adding Greenland to his portfolio of gold-leafed failures. It is a question that presupposes Congress has a spine, a brain, or a functioning sense of international law, none of which have been seen in the District of Columbia since the invention of the twenty-four-hour news cycle.

Let us dissect the players in this icy farce. On one side, we have the President-elect, a man whose understanding of geography is limited to where he can install a sprinkler system and a clubhouse. To him, Greenland isn't a culture, a nation, or a delicate ecosystem; it's a giant block of potential mineral wealth wrapped in a 'For Sale' sign that only he can see. It is the ultimate manifestation of the American id—why negotiate a trade deal when you can simply buy the country? It’s Manifest Destiny rebranded by a man who thinks 'manifest' is something you sign before boarding a private jet to Mar-a-Lago. He views the world not as a community of nations, but as a series of foreclosure auctions. The sheer, unadulterated hubris of looking at a Danish territory and thinking, 'I’ll put a tower there,' is the only honest thing about the man’s entire platform. It is the raw, naked greed that built this country, finally stripped of its polite 'democracy' mask.

Then we have the Democrats, currently engaged in their favorite pastime: clutching their pearls so hard they’ve turned into industrial-grade diamonds. They are 'gravely concerned.' They are 'monitoring the situation.' They are writing sternly worded letters that will eventually be used as insulation in the very bunkers the billionaire class is building to escape the climate collapse they’ve all accelerated. They claim to care about Danish sovereignty and the rights of the Greenlandic people, but we all know the truth. If a Democrat had suggested buying Greenland to install 'sustainable' lithium mines and a wind farm that kills only the 'correct' birds, the party would be hailing it as a masterstroke of green energy diplomacy. Their opposition isn't principled; it's aesthetic. They hate the salesman, not the product. They will bloviate on the floor of the House about 'norms' and 'decency' while secretly checking their portfolios to see which defense contractors will benefit from an Arctic military expansion.

And what of the Republicans? The supposed guardians of fiscal conservatism and traditional diplomacy? They are currently performing the political equivalent of a '404 Error' page. Some of them, those who still remember how to read a map without crying, have voiced quiet, cowardly dissent. They whisper to reporters about 'the complexities of the relationship with Denmark,' but let’s be honest: the moment the base decides that Greenland is the 'New Frontier' and that owning it is the only way to prevent 'woke ice' from melting, these stalwarts of the GOP will be the first ones on the plane to Nuuk, wearing MAGA-branded parkas and scouting locations for a Trump Ice-Distillery. They aren't a check or a balance; they are a rubber stamp that occasionally squeaks before it hits the paper. They are terrified of a primary challenge from anyone who promises to annex the moon.

The real article suggests a glimmer of hope that a bipartisan coalition might form to block this Arctic acquisition. This is the kind of fan-fiction that keeps political science professors from jumping off bridges. The idea that Democrats and Republicans would unite to defend the sanctity of international borders is hilarious, considering both parties have spent the last century treating the rest of the world like a personal ATM or a firing range. The only thing that could truly unite Congress is a pay raise or a shared hatred of the public they supposedly serve. They are paralyzed by their own partisanship, unable to agree on whether the sky is blue, let alone whether the President can buy a country.

Greenland, meanwhile, remains a casualty of this intellectual vacuum. While Washington debates the legality of buying a country that isn't for sale, the ice is melting, the permafrost is burping up ancient methane, and the people of the island are being treated as incidental extras in a reality TV show they never auditioned for. It’s the peak of American exceptionalism—the belief that reality itself is negotiable if you have a loud enough voice and a complete lack of shame. Congress won't stop him because Congress is incapable of stopping anything that requires more effort than a fundraising dinner. They will stall, they will hold hearings, they will appear on cable news to moan about 'the rules-based international order,' and in the end, they will do what they always do: surrender to the loudest idiot in the room. We are witnessing the death of diplomacy and the birth of 'Geopolitical Real Estate,' where the map of the world is just a spreadsheet waiting to be liquidated. It is a fitting end for a species that prioritized quarterly growth over the survival of the planet. If Trump gets Greenland, at least we’ll have a front-row seat to the end of the world from the balcony of a poorly constructed, gold-plated hotel. The only thing colder than the Arctic wind is the void where the American political conscience used to be.

This story is an interpreted work of social commentary based on real events. Source: BBC News

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