We were told he was in league with the Kremlin.
We were told he would take us out of NATO.
We were warned he would start World War Three.
Instead we had peace for four years.
No new wars. No new invasions. In fact, on his orders the caliphate of ISIS was destroyed, and I had the honor to travel to Singapore to witness a peace summit between our president and the head of state of the Hermit Kingdom, North Korea.
And then his son-in-law brokered a peace in the Middle East, the likes of which hasn’t been seen since the re-birth of the modern state of Israel in 1948.

All this despite the president inheriting a world in which Russia had taken Crimea, North Korea was launching missiles over the Sea of Japan, China was intimidating her neighbors militarily, Iran was moving inexorably toward nuclear-weapons capability, and ISIS had established the largest Jihadi insurgency since the fall of the Ottoman Empire.
How was all this possible?
With no exaggeration because of one man, his love of America and his preternatural understanding of power and how to exercise it. That man was Donald J. Trump, and I was honored to serve in his White House.
How could one man make a difference? How could one non-politician usher us from an era of forever wars, “managed decline,” and global instability to a new age of prosperity and safety for Americans and security for the world?
Not because President Trump saw America as “globo-cop.” Quite the opposite.
The fascinating thing about the 45th President of the United States was that he exists in a place outside of the ivory-tower-generated categories and cliches of the Starbucks latte-sipping grad-school grandees and political TV hacks.
Donald Trump was never a neocon. Much to the chagrin of the oleaginous likes of creeps like Bill Kristol or Max Boot, who never saw a war they didn’t like and wouldn’t send someone’s else sons to fight and die in.




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