Twelve months ago a Trump presidency seemed as likely as pigs flying. And yet somehow in a perfect storm of a cluster fuck made up entirely of black swans, here we are. Those few USA citizens that could be bothered to actually turn up and vote apparently decided that they would rather watch the American century end in a plummeting inferno of tweets, ego and incoherent policy positions than a slow slide back to a multi-polar world after it’s time as the sole super power.