According to Donald Trump, the man who would be king, the war with Iran is technically over and we won. So he’s sending over 2,500 Marines, maybe 5,000, to just get into formation and break the Guinness World Record for most humans in line doing the Bunny Hop. At any rate, he may decide to bomb Iran some more “just for fun.” A couple thousand civilians may die, maybe a few more Americans, but that’s the price you pay for a good time. When the first two of our soldiers were killed, The King of All Bone Spurs was dribbling out his sympathy to their families and in the very next sentence pointed out the beautiful gold drapes behind him, just like the ones he’d be hanging in his fabulous new ballroom. He’s the American Goldfinger. He should paint himself gold and stand in one of the ballroom windows.
Donny T. got a big no this past weekend from our European allies, the same ones he openly mocked and threatened previously, in response to his sniveling request for help defending the Strait of Hormuz. The European nations agreed that Trump started the illegal war with Iran and didn’t want any input from them, so why should they get involved now?
Word was also circulating in Europe that Trump and Pete Hegseth even committed a war crime by bombing a girls’ school and killing the 110 children inside.
Our stable genius (I should say yours, not mine) didn’t bother to look ahead to wonder what would happen if he bombed Iran. Destabilize the entire Mideast? Or provoke the Iranians to choke up the Strait of Hormuz and disrupt the world economy, causing the price of a Big Mac® to rise exponentially?
Now Donny is whining for England and European nations to jump in and help America clear up the Strait mess Trump and Israel started with their bombing of Iran in the first place.
The gaslights in the White House are burning brightly, or maybe they’re off. No, on. No, off. Who knows? From the point of view of Trump, nobody should know for sure; the true definition of gaslighting. The Kennedy Center (its real name) is closing for two years (warning, gaslight ahead) for renovations, but it’s not because artists were cancelling performances, or refusing to do a show in a building with Trump’s name on it, or because ticket sales were spiraling down the gold water-flushed bowl.
You just thought the gas valves were open and the flames were flickering, you silly fools. The economy is roaring, inflation is down, food and gas prices are down (“But if they go up, they go up.”), job numbers are increasing, showing the best numbers in years. See? You only thought the gaslights were off. Or on.
Not many of us were sad to see Kristi Noem bite the big one, but true to form, it was a fate that befalls anyone who dares to tell the truth about anything Trump did that didn’t turn out well. Does anyone other than MAGA ninnies doubt that he told her personally to spend $220 million on commercials to boost the image of ICE while at the same time creating fear in anyone even resembling a brown-skinned person?
Noem tried to save herself by being honest. Big mistake. She was supposed to lie down over the mud puddle in the street so Trump could walk across her back without getting his swelled-up feet dirty.
Remember all those promises Trump made to the American people to get himself elected? Sadly, enough of the MAGA crowd was easily duped into believing him and it came to fruition.
In the words of Saturday Night Live writers: “A promise is just a lie that hasn’t happened yet.” The same words should be spelled out with big gold plastic Hobby Lobby® letters over Trump’s White House door.