So THIS seems to be going well
The not-yet-a-truce not-yet-brokered by the not-peace president
So this maybe-it’s-a-truce-but-it-sure-seems-like-war is following a predictably Trumpian pattern.
First, we have an announcement, heralding a success with chest-thumbing, and those of us following the news go to bed confounded (but, I’ll admit it, hopeful that just this once, Trump told the truth). I mean, what if his mad king persona has scared the rest of the world, as well? That cannot last, the power a mad king has over his subjects and everyone else, but hey.
Then, we have cajoling.
Then, we have Grandpa again signing his whole name in case neither Iran nor Israel know who is typing this drivel.
And then we have “plane wave,” and from the pilots I follow on social media, that one’s a stumper.
Then we have the lapdogs at the New York Times calling this a “fragile truce.”
And then we have Grandpa Mad:
So it will be an interesting day with Grandpa Mad spending time at a NATO summit that was tailored specifically to his short attention span.
God help the good people of Iran and Israel to survive their leaders, and God help us in that endeavor, as well.
It’s hard not to repeat myself but Trump isn’t a president, he’s a flailing and failing old man. One minute he’s a lock for the Nobel Peace Prize, the next he’s yelling at kids to get off his lawn. One minute he’s all “Only I could have accomplished this!”. The next he’s all “It’s them, not me!” The all CAPS rages and reiterations of his full name are the unhinged ravings of someone consumed by a lifetime of perceived sleights like someone swatting away flies that don’t exist. At one time I thought his niece Mary (a psychologist) was prone to hyperbole when describing her uncle. I was wrong.
No Faux King Way