Trump’s obsession with Greenland is peak imperial dementia—a geriatric real-estate developer’s wet dream, now repackaged as foreign policy. Denmark’s response? Hygge diplomacy: cozy dinners, Nordic stoicism, and letting Trump’s threats evaporate like steam from a sauna.

Meanwhile, Europe’s leaders nod politely, masking existential dread. They know this isn’t about security or minerals—it’s ego cartography. Why buy an island when you already have military access? Because nothing satisfies a man who measures legacy in square miles.

Greenlanders, meanwhile, just want to fish and melt ice in peace. But sure, let’s pretend 56,000 people care about joining a circus where the clowns run the tent.

i read “Hygge” as “Hygiene”, like in mental …