If you listen closely to the wind blowing across the British Isles right now, you can hear a sound. It is not the sound of hope. It is not the sound of glory. It is the sound of millions of people sighing at the exact same time. It is the sound of a country that is simply too tired to deal with the absurdity of the modern world. We have just finished a year of looking across the ocean at our so-called "special friends" in America, and frankly, we look like we have been dragged through a hedge backward.

The news tells us that Prime Minister Keir Starmer has spent the last year being "buffeted" by President Trump. That is a polite way of saying he has been punched in the face by reality. Starmer is a man who loves rules. He loves order. He looks like the kind of man who organizes his sock drawer by color and fabric type. He wants politics to be boring and sensible. Then, he has to deal with Donald Trump. It is like watching a librarian try to negotiate with a chainsaw. The librarian has a rulebook, and the chainsaw just wants to make noise and cut things down.

The most ridiculous moment of this entire tragic comedy has to be the Greenland incident. According to the reports, our brave Prime Minister "stood firm" over Greenland. Just pause for a moment and think about how silly that sentence is. In the year 2025, world leaders are arguing about a giant block of ice. It feels like we are living in a bad cartoon.

Why on earth was the British Prime Minister forced to take a stand on Greenland? Because apparently, nothing is too weird for this timeline. Trump, in his endless quest to treat the planet like a game of Monopoly, seemingly decided to make another play for the island. And there was poor Keir Starmer, having to puff out his chest and say "no." It is pathetic. It is hilarious. It is the perfect symbol of how stupid global politics has become. We are facing climate change, poverty, and war, but the big headline is about two men staring each other down over a frozen rock that neither of them owns.

But the Greenland nonsense is just the cherry on top of a very stale cake. The report says Britain has been "changed" by this year of Trump. It has been buffeted. That is a good word. It means we have been knocked around by the wind. And that is exactly what it feels like here. Britain used to think it was a big, important player on the world stage. We thought we were the wise older brother to the Americans. We thought we could guide them with our centuries of experience.

That dream is dead. This last year has proven that we are not the wise older brother. We are just the nervous neighbor peeking through the curtains, hoping the loud party next door doesn't set our fence on fire. Starmer’s center-left government is trying to be serious. They want to talk about policy and trade deals and fairness. But you cannot have a serious conversation when the person on the other end of the phone is living in a completely different reality.

The tragedy is that Starmer has no choice. He has to play the game. He has to smile and shake hands and pretend that the "Special Relationship" is real. But everyone watching knows it is a sham. The relationship is not special. It is abusive. We hold the coat of the United States while it picks fights in the bar, and then we apologize to the bartender on their behalf. This year has just made that dynamic painfully obvious.

The British public is not angry anymore. Anger takes energy. We are just cynical. We look at our Prime Minister standing "firm" and we do not feel pride. We feel pity. We see a man trying to use logic in a world that has abandoned it. We see a government trying to keep the ship steady while a hurricane named Donald screams at the sails.

So, how has a year of Trump changed Britain? It has stripped away our last little bit of dignity. It has shown us that no matter how sensible or boring our leader is, we are still at the mercy of the chaotic show across the water. We are trapped in the theater of the absurd, and we cannot even leave early to beat the traffic. We just have to sit here, watch the play, and hope the roof doesn't fall on our heads.