Once upon a time, King Donald of America built a Tower of Nationalism on the sandy shore of Florida and ordered the Tide of Transnationalism not to wash flotsam and jetsam onto the base of his Tower. "I am the most powerful king in the world, and even the tide must obey me." The sea seemed to obey - the tide was actually retreating when he issued his executive order - and King Donald thought the tide was honoring his command.
In the meantime, a rip Tide of Globalism marshaled its forces for a new assault on the Tower of Nationalism. King Donald then put forth in a tweet another order to the tide: "The Tide of Globalism shall halt." The Tower of Nationalism stood dry and safe as the rip currents moved sideways along the shore, leaving King Donald's Tower of Nationalism high and dry. The tides had obeyed him, he thought.
But then the earth shook violently, the Tower of Nationalism swayed precipitously, and King Donald was sore afraid. When the shaking stopped, the Tower of Nationalism stood immovable and the sea was momentarily calm. "Nothing, neither tide nor quake, can touch my Tower," King Donald tweeted. Then, almost imperceptibly, a little wave appeared on the horizon. It moved toward the shore, looming ever larger and larger. King Donald issued executive order after executive order, commanding the wave to stop. Suddenly it was several times taller than his Tower of Nationalism, and as it swept over the King and crushed his Tower, King Donald knew that with his attempt to conquer the universe with rockets and satellites and solar probes, he had unleashed and fallen victim to the Tsunami of Interplanetarianism.