Tim Kreider

Tim Kreider

 (born February 25, 1967) is an American author, essayist, and cartoonist known for his darkly humorous and deeply personal explorations of the human condition. Look him up. I highly recommend his book "I Wrote This Book Because I Love You" (2018). He currently is on Substack with his column called, "The Loaf." He has an engaging way of writing, and I'm glad he's on "our side."

Jesus Christ It's This Shit Again

I Mean, Seriously? Like What the Fuck, People

TIM KREIDER

MAR 08, 2026

Back when I lived with my friend Kevin in Baltimore, we heard a crash out in front of our house, and Kevin walked down to the nearest intersection to see what had happened. It was a bad accident: a car had collided with a motorcycle. The biker was seriously injured; as Kevin described it, his leg was still attached, but just barely. By chance a doctor was on the scene, who was trying to keep the wounded man still so he could control the bleeding until EMTs arrived. But the guy was clearly in shock, kept insisting he was fine and struggling with the doctor, trying to get up. Finally he punched the doctor in the jaw, at which point the doctor gave up arguing. “Okay,” he said, stepping back. “Go ahead—get up.” 

That’s how I feel this time around, watching another bunch of arrogant incompetents commence yet another bloody clusterfuck that might grind on ‘til I’m in my seventies. You want to start a war in the Middle East? Okay. Go ahead. Glory awaits. It’s hard enough to turn on the news without flinching anymore, but this last weekend was the first time I couldn’t even bear to read or listen to it. I don’t need to hear it; I’ve seen this one before. Every Republican President in my adult lifetime has 1.) crashed the economy and 2.) started a war in the Middle East. It’s as certain as death and tax cuts for the rich. By now it might as well be their official campaign platform, yet somehow the adorably slow learners of the American electorate are still surprised by it, every time.

Almost a quarter century ago, about a year after the terrorist attacks of 9/11, the Bush administration started making noises about invading Iraq. By the first time they floated the idea in public it was already a fait accompli; it was, by some accounts, decided on the afternoon of 9/11. Even back then, congress had already abdicated its responsibility to authorize wars, but the executive branch was still expected to come up with some halfway-plausible casus belli to persuade the public to support a war. (It seems like a quaint courtesy now—a gesture to make us feel included.) Because they needed a year’s lead time to build a false case for invasion based on fabricated evidence, we had plenty of time to organize mass protests against it, to write impassioned letters-to-the-editor and to our representatives, and draw devastating editorial cartoons. We pointed out that it didn’t make any sense to invade Iraq; we’d been attacked by a decentralized terrorist network, not a nation-state, and anyway almost all the terrorists of 9/11 were Saudi, not Iraqi. But the Bushes were in business with the Saud gangster family, just as the Trumps are, so we weren’t about to attack them. The administration insisted that Iraq had Weapons of Mass Destruction, so attacking them would only be self-defense. We tried to warn them that it would be a disaster, turn into a quagmire like Vietnam that could drag on for years. The government assured us, Shut up. Gullible gung-ho dumbfucks chanted “U!S!A!” and called us treasonous liberal sissies. Anyway not to belabor this but it turns out we were right about everything, the government was lying and had no idea what they were doing, and the gullible dumbfucks were wrong, like they always are, every time, the dumbfucks.

The gullible dumbfucks will grudgingly concede that the war they supported was a tragic “mistake” (no one ever calls it a premeditated crime or atrocity, for which someone might be held accountable) ten or twenty years after it was obvious to the smart kids, but by that time there’s a new generation of dumbfucks who don’t know it’s a tragic mistake yet and are happy for their chance to chant “U!S!A!”. It only took seven years after we’d finally extricated ourselves from the atrocity of Vietnam before Ronald Reagan (R), tried out a couple of little wars, starter wars to help us all get over the bummer of having massacred a million people for nothing, bolster our confidence and help us get back out there and start mixing it up again. Seven years after that, George Bush Senior (R) held a bigger war, a real war this time, In Iraq. Then, twelve years later, his feckless son (R) launched the even bigger one mentioned above, which turned out, to everyone’s solemn surprise, to be a tragic mistake.

On the eve of that second Bush war, I wrote the following:

“What I still can’t believe, in spite of my thirty-five years of consistently disappointing experience with my fellow human beings, it that it’s working. It amazes me that anyone is taking the administration’s claims at face value, pays attention to the President’s speeches, considers and debates them as though they contained information or were intended to communicate. Have these people never heard of being lied to? Have they never seen an advertisement, or bought a used car, or been to a singles’ bar?”

You can almost hear me sputtering in incredulous disgust. I was thirty-five. I’m older now, and less incredulous; now I’m just disgusted. And here we are again already, starting another war in the Middle East, this time without any rationale at all, not even a polite nod to the pretext of democracy. The illusion of consent is yet another democratic “norm” that Donald Trump’s dispensed with. They’re no longer bothering to hide their contempt for the electorate—not even for their own base, whom they warned, during the election campaign, that the warmongering Kamala Harris would sacrifice their children to some pointless war in Iran. Trump and his various spokesmodels can’t even agree on a consistent explanation among themselves: Iran was an imminent threat; it’s been an imminent threat for 47 years; Iran would soon have had a nuclear weapon, even though we’d already “obliterated” their ability to make nuclear weapons; Iran was about to attack us; Israel was about to attack Iran, which would’ve caused them to attack us. Our attack is laser-focused; our attack would overturn the regime and require unconditional surrender; it would all be over in a few days; it could go on for weeks; it’ll go on as long as it has to. The troops have been told it’s to jump-start Armageddon, forcing God’s hand a bit to expedite the Rapture/ Millennium/ Second Coming. The obvious truth is, the government doesn’t give a shit whether the American people support it or not, because they’re Fascists. The war certainly isn’t in reprisal for the Iranian theocracy’s massacre of its citizens, since Donald Trump admires tyrants and zealots and would love to machine-gun his own protesters. It seems to be to no one’s benefit but Israel’s, which more and more Americans think of less as a friend than like your asshole cousin who swears he didn’t kill anyone but wants you to come bail him out.

There’s really no credible explanation for this war that doesn’t require what I used to think of as conspiratorial thinking: it’s one more frantic attempt to distract us from the Epstein files (whose contents must be even more monstrous than we imagine), or blackmail by Israeli intelligence over something in the Epstein files, or provocation for a terrorist attack they can use as an excuse to suspend elections—at this point, I’d believe anything. All these speculations suffer from the same fallacy that afflicts so much eggheaded analysis of Trump’s decisions: imputing Machiavellian motives and long-term stratagems to a man who is much stupider than anyone you know and has never been able to think about anything other than his own promotion for more than thirty consecutive seconds.

Trump allows as how this war might take a few weeks, possibly longer—a calculation whose reliability is compromised by the fact that Trump says whatever seems convenient at any given moment and then forgets all about it and expects you will, too. It gives me occasion to recall George W. Bush, in his badass Army Man costume, declaring victory in Iraq from the impressive set of an aircraft carrier under a big banner saying “MISSION ACCOMPLISHED,” eight years prematurely. Though some might dispute that the MISSION was truly ACCOMPLISHED even then, since we only managed to replace a dictatorship with an American-backed system of total chaos, and come to think of it we do still have some troops over there. It would take us a bit longer to tie up loose ends in Afghanistan, a war that formally ended in 2021—long enough that someone born after it began could enlist to fight in it—and whose outcome was the victory of the same pious sex-slavers who were in charge before we invaded.

I don’t find a lot of cause for optimism these days, but it does seem as if the percentage of the public that supports whatever war the government wants to start is a little lower each time around. It took a few years and hundreds of casualties before people protested Vietnam in large numbers, but they started marching against the war in Iraq by the thousands before it even started. Public support for the attack on Iran is at a record low, down in the twenties (except among Republicans, who largely comprise the gullible dumbfuck demographic), perhaps because the administration forgot to mention to anyone in advance that they were going to start a war or say what it was for. Not that it makes much difference what the public thinks now: the government knows that once you start a war, it’s too late, you’re committed, and anyone who questions it or refuses to Support Our Troops is a treasonous liberal sissy. It’s possible that this apocalyptically dumb decision will eventually cost the Fascist party the election, though that assumes they’ll allow elections to take place, and that it won’t have been eclipsed by even greater crises generated by this same administration.

The worst part of it, for me, is that we’re all dragged into complicity; because this is still, in name at least, a democracy, we can’t help but hold ourselves responsible for the war crimes committed by these cruel, depraved people our idiot countrymen elected— the flouting of international law, the bombing of civilians, the massacre of schoolgirls, torpedoing musicians and letting them drown. Certainly the rest of the world will. I want to disown this war, wash my hands of the Jesus Nazis who’ve seized control of my country, step back and watch them try to walk on one mangled leg. 

But, even though I’m not a gung-ho dumbfuck, it doesn’t feel good to take sides against my own country, to root for anyone who opposes us. Trump wants America to be a predator state, like Putin’s Russia—knocking off any world leaders we don’t like, taking other countries’ territories just ‘cause we want them. I just want not to have to be ashamed of my flag or my accent if I travel abroad. I still hope to see our beloved old corrupt dysfunctional democracy restored. I’d love to see Trump and Hesgeth in cages at The Hague. At this point I’d be content to call it a win all around if we killed Iran’s totalitarian theocratic leader and they killed ours, and set both our people free.

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Allen Clifton

Another voice out of Texas, Allen Clifton. You can find him on Facebook and soon on YouTube.

Yes, Iran's "Supreme Leader," Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, was a really bad person. So are Vladimir Putin, Kim Jong Un, and Xi Jinping.

But here's a harsh truth for MAGA — so is Donald Trump.

That's what they don't understand about their beloved leader.

How most sane, rational people view horrible human beings like Putin, Jong Un, Jinping, and the now-late Khamenei — along with monsters such as Saddam Hussein, Muammar Gaddafi, Joseph Stalin, and, of course, the most infamous dictator of them all, Adolf Hitler — is exactly how Trump is viewed by most of the world and by everyone who didn’t vote for him.

I get tired of this pushback from Trump supporters that typically goes something like, "That's a ridiculous and unfair comparison. Hitler killed millions. Trump hasn't."

This idea that either you're completely and absolutely as horrible as another terrible person — otherwise you're nothing like them — is an absurd fallacy.

Is Trump as bad as Hitler, Hussein, or Jong Un? No — but that's because we have a Constitution and laws in place that have put up some sense of guardrails around him, even as he tries everything he can to ignore all of them.

I've said it before: Trump is a lot closer to being Hitler than he is Ronald Reagan.

When I say Trump is just like all these other bad dictators, it's because he shares practically all of the same traits.

He's an insecure, egotistical, authoritarian nationalist who demands complete, unwavering loyalty; doesn't want any checks on his power; believes the media should only exist to promote his propaganda; calls any and all political opposition to him — even from within his own party — "traitors" and "enemies of the people"; attempts to abuse his power to bully others into doing what he wants; believes the military should serve him, not the people; wants to suppress opposition; wants his government to run elections; has tried to manipulate elections by claiming any that he loses were "rigged"; has suggested we cancel elections; constantly uses various groups he opposes as scapegoats for everyone's problems; and has said on multiple occasions that, despite our co-equal branches of government, he can "do whatever he wants."

Which is exactly the attitude and personality traits every horrible person I've listed in this post shares.

Hell, even another trait — dictators wanting their names and faces everywhere — that's Trump. He's renamed the Kennedy Memorial after himself, wants to name his ballroom after himself, wants to name the arch he plans to build after himself, wants to rename Penn Station and Dulles Airport after himself, and he's hung banners with his face all over government buildings.

Just like every dictator in modern human history has done.

I say this without the slightest bit of hesitation: if it weren't for our Constitution and the few pillars of our government that are still standing up to him, Trump would be much worse than he is now. He would continue evolving toward a more brutal and violent dictatorship.

Just look at the differences between his first and second administrations. His first was bad — the second one has been exponentially worse.

There's a reason why he often heaps praise on people like Putin, Jinping, and Jong Un, and other "strongmen," while he's very quick to attack and criticize leaders of democracies.

That's not a coincidence. He admires dictators and views leaders who have to answer to the people who elected them as "weak."

So, this idea that because he's not "as bad" as every horrible monster I've listed here means that he's not the same type of person is bullshit. We simply have a Constitution and a system of government that, for now, has kept him somewhat in check. But trust me, he's doing everything he possibly can to erode that system, centralize power, and make himself the lone person in this country to whom everything and everyone answers.

And if you don't believe that, you're woefully naive.

Again, what MAGA needs to understand — and I'm sure most never will — is that the way most of the world views these horrible, brutal dictators who do nothing but make the world a worse place for everyone but themselves is exactly how most of the world, and every single person who voted against Donald Trump, views him.

Texas Mom

Here is another one from I Fucking Love Australia. This one from "Texas Mom," about Kristi Noem no longer running HHS. BTW, I heard that Bibi Netanyahu is urging Australia to come and join the war breaking out in the Middle East. WTF? Are they trying to expand this into World War 3? It kinda feels like it.  Rumors that Iran has destroyed several US air bases in the area are circulating. And we have only lost 6 US soldiers?You know what they say: the first casualty in war is truth, but in our case, we've been living under one barrage of lies after another from Trump and his thugs for quite a long time now.

“Look I did not vote for Trump. Either time. I have been standing in the car pool line for nine years listening to every other mom in this zip code tell me that Donald Trump was going to run this country like a business and I needed to get on board or get out of the way. My sister in law cried into her green bean casserole at Thanksgiving because I would not stop asking her to name a single policy beyond build the wall. My book club uninvited me from two meetings because I kept bringing up the deficit. Karen from church told me I had Trump Derangement Syndrome and I told Karen that having standards is not a syndrome and she has not made eye contact with me since.

And now I am sitting in the pickup line at three fifteen on a Thursday afternoon, AC blasting because this is Texas and March already feels like July, and I am scrolling my phone and every single notification is about the Secretary of Homeland Security getting fired because the news broke a couple hours ago and by now the whole internet has lost its mind. And I am reading that this woman was asked on live television yesterday if she is screwing her coworker and she could not say no. While her husband sat behind her. In a room full of cameras. On C-SPAN. At one o'clock in the afternoon on a weekday like it is a goddamn soap opera except the stakes are national security and the acting is worse.

I have three kids in this school right now. If their principal got caught maybe possibly sleeping with the vice principal and then spent 200 million dollars of school funds on a billboard campaign starring herself, she would not get reassigned to a made up position called Special Envoy for the Shield of the Americas. She would be fired. By lunch. The PTA would have that handled before the car pool line and we would make sure she never worked in education again. Brenda would have the email chain going before the woman's desk was cold.

But apparently the federal government operates on different rules. Apparently when you spend taxpayer money on a vanity project, lie about who approved it, call dead American citizens terrorists, get caught flying around on government jets with the man you are definitely not sleeping with, and then refuse to confirm or deny any of it while your husband is sitting six feet behind you, you get a gentle reassignment and a thank you note on Truth Social.

And her replacement found out he got the job at the same time as the press. A sitting United States senator learned he was about to run the third largest department in the federal government because he checked his phone. That is not a vetting process. That is a gender reveal party. Surprise Markwayne it is a catastrophe.

I cannot get my health insurance to cover a routine mammogram without three forms and a blood sacrifice but this woman got a quarter billion dollars to make TV commercials about herself. In English. To tell Spanish speaking immigrants to leave. That is like me taping a note to my front door in Mandarin telling the neighbors to stop letting their dog crap on my lawn. Who was that for, Kristi. Who was the target audience. Was it the undocumented immigrants who do not speak English or was it the Fox News viewers who needed to see you looking tough in a bomber jacket so you could run for president in 2028. We all know the answer. You spent 200 million dollars of our money on a campaign ad for yourself and the only person who did not figure that out was apparently Donald Trump who says he never approved it. Which means either you are a liar or he is a liar and honestly it is probably both.

And the affair. Lord have mercy the affair. I am not even mad about the affair itself because honestly at this point fidelity in Washington DC has the same survival rate as a snowball in August in Houston. What I am mad about is the absolute stone cold disrespect of sitting there under oath with your husband in the room, the man who sells crop insurance in South Dakota while you are gallivanting around on government jets with a guy who got arrested for groping a woman at a charity dinner, and you cannot say the word no. One syllable. Two letters. My eight year old can deny eating cookies with chocolate smeared from his eyebrows to his chin more convincingly than a cabinet secretary under oath. She sat there and called it tabloid garbage and said the liberal left attacks conservative women. Ma'am nobody attacked you. Somebody asked you a yes or no question. Those are the two options. There is not a secret third option where you give a speech about sexism and hope everyone forgets what you were asked. Pick one. Say the word. Unless you cannot because it would be perjury, which is a whole other level of stupid that I do not have the energy for today.

Her husband was right there. Right behind her. The man got up early, put on a suit, flew to Washington DC to support his wife at her congressional hearing, sat in that chair, and watched a room full of people ask her if she is sleeping with another man. And she would not say no. That man sat there like a crash test dummy taking a hit he did not sign up for on national television. And then reportedly he got up and left to catch a flight right before the questions got really personal, which is either incredible timing or the most dignified exit in the history of men finding out things they did not want to know.

And Trump. Donald Trump, the man with the CIA, the NSA, the FBI, satellite surveillance, wiretapping capabilities that would make Cold War spies weep with envy, he figured out the affair because he saw them share a soda can. A soda can. The leader of the free world cracked the case because two grown adults put their mouths on the same Coca Cola and his germophobe brain short circuited. That is not intelligence gathering. That is what Brenda three doors down does at the block party. Oh I saw Steve and Linda share a drink, something is definitely going on there. The President of the United States has the same investigative methodology as a bored suburban housewife with a ring doorbell camera and too much time on her hands.

And apparently he tells this story all the time. Frequently was the word they used. He frequently shares the moment he figured it out. He is proud of it. He solved the case of the shared Coca Cola and he tells people at dinner parties like it is his Sherlock Holmes moment. Meanwhile actual national security threats are presumably walking through the front door while the man who is supposed to be protecting the country is doing forensic analysis on who drank from whose can.

And can we talk about this boyfriend for a second. Corey Lewandowski. This is the man she could not deny sleeping with. This is who was worth the career and the marriage and the public humiliation. A man who got fired from Trump's first campaign for grabbing a female reporter. A man who was charged with criminal sexual harassment after a Republican donor accused him of groping her and stalking her at a charity event and he signed a plea deal. A man who reportedly was out there picking clothes for Noem designed to show off her chest. A man who fired a pilot because his girlfriend's blanket got left on the wrong plane. Her blanket. He fired a pilot over a blanket. That is not a professional relationship. That is a man who thinks he owns you and if you cannot see the red flags at that point it is because you are wrapped in one.

This is the cabinet of the United States of America. This is who is running the country. A woman who shot her own dog and wrote about it in a book like it was a leadership seminar got put in charge of 260,000 federal employees and a department responsible for border security, cybersecurity, disaster relief, the Secret Service, and the entire Coast Guard. And she spent her time making infomercials about herself, letting her boyfriend sign off on government contracts, bottlenecking FEMA disaster relief because she needed to personally approve every expense over a hundred grand like she was managing the petty cash drawer at a frozen yogurt shop, and calling two dead American citizens terrorists before anyone had done an investigation.

Two people are dead. Shot by federal agents during an immigration operation in Minneapolis. And this woman went on television and called them domestic terrorists before anyone had bothered to figure out what actually happened. One of them was 37 years old. Where I come from that is called bearing false witness and it is literally in the Ten Commandments that Karen from church claims to live by but apparently the commandments are flexible when the person breaking them has an R next to their name.

And she is not even the worst one. That is what sends me right over the edge while I am sitting in this pickup line watching Jennifer walk back to her Tahoe with the Trump bumper sticker. She is not even close to the most embarrassing cabinet pick. She is just the first one to get fired this term. There is a whole roster of these people lined up like a clown car at the circus and we are only thirteen months in. The first term he burned through cabinet members faster than my kids go through school shoes. Four Chiefs of Staff. Four. Rex Tillerson fired on the toilet via Twitter while he was on a diplomatic trip to Africa. Jeff Sessions publicly humiliated for two years straight like a dog that peed on the carpet except the dog was the first senator to endorse him and the carpet was American democracy. John Kelly a four star general who figured out that managing Donald Trump was less like running the military and more like trying to put a diaper on a cat in a bathtub. Scott Pruitt buying forty thousand dollar soundproof phone booths and sending his security detail to get his dry cleaning and track down a used mattress from the Trump International Hotel. A used mattress. From a hotel. There is not enough Lysol in Texas to make that okay. Ryan Zinke turning the Interior Department into his personal travel agency. Tom Price chartering private jets to go to lunch like he was too important for first class.

And what did we all think was going to happen the second time around. That he learned something. That the man who has been firing people on television for entertainment since 2004 was suddenly going to develop emotional intelligence and a stable management style in his late seventies. He went through more staff in four years than I have been through pediatricians and I switched three times because Dr. Mitchell kept telling me my kid's ear infection would clear up on its own.

Fifty three Republicans have already announced they are not running again in 2026. Fifty three. Thirty two of them are Republicans. They can see the tsunami coming. They can see the numbers. They are not retiring. They are evacuating. That is not an election on the horizon. That is a controlled demolition and the smart ones are getting the hell out of the building before the charges go off.

And the department she was running has been shut down for three weeks. A hundred thousand employees sent home. The people responsible for cybersecurity. Disaster relief. FEMA. Sent home. In March. In America. Where hurricane season starts in June and the power grid in my state cannot survive a stiff breeze without collapsing. But sure. Everything is fine. Strong leadership. Best people. Art of the deal.

The bell just rang and my kids are coming out and my 12 year old daughter is going to get in this car and tell me about her day and I’m going to smile and say that sounds great honey because I am not going to tell her that the woman who was supposed to be keeping this country safe got fired for being a corrupt incompetent liar who could not keep her story straight or her personal life out of the headlines. I am not going to tell her that the government in charge of protecting her is shut down because the adults in the room cannot agree on how to fund it. I am not going to tell her that 53 members of Congress have already given up on the next election because they know the ship is sinking.

I am going to drive home and make dinner and help with homework and just pretend everything is normal because that is what moms do. We hold it together while everything falls apart.

But I swear to God if Jennifer says another word to me about how “he tells it like it is” I am going to lose it in the H-E-B parking lot and Brenda is going to have to pull me off a Tahoe.”

~Texas Mom (via I Fucking Love Australia)

Love Australia

With AI being what it is these days...WTF IS IT?!...you don't know any longer who or what is writing what. It seems there is suddenly a lot of pretty long pieces on Facebook these days. Are they written by AI? Hard to say. Some of them are not signed by any person. But if something that you read "seems" accurate and true, is it wrong to spread that to others? If a piece is accurate (as far as you know), I see no problem in replicating it. We may have reached a point where computers are writing most of what we read. Not sure if that is a good or bad thing.

I found this one under the heading "I Fucking Love Australia."

Read that again. Read it slowly.

The President of the United States just bombed a sovereign nation, killed their head of state, killed 40 of their senior officials, lit the entire Middle East on fire, and then got on Truth Social.. His personal fucking crayon drawing wall to tell Iran that if they dare to retaliate against the country that just bombed them, he will hit them with a "force that has never been seen before."

"Thank you for your attention to this matter."

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

This man is wearing a nappy and controlling nuclear weapons. Let that sink in for a moment.

Now I want to stop on that phrase. "A force that has never been seen before." Never been seen before. You sure about that, big fella? Because I'm pretty confident the people of Hiroshima and Nagasaki have a very different fucking story to tell about American force that nobody had ever seen before. Their grandchildren are still telling that story. It's etched into the fucking ground where their city used to be. So maybe wind your fat neck in with the "never been seen before" rhetoric, you bloodthirsty, mango-coloured, dementia-riddled maniac.

Let's be crystal clear about what just happened here, because the media is going to dress this up in the usual diplomatic language and I refuse to do that.

The United States illegally launched a preemptive military strike on Iran. No declaration of war. No UN mandate. No international legal framework of any kind. Just bombs. Just death. Just 40 bodies and a dead Supreme Leader and hundreds of civilians caught in the middle. That is not a military operation. That is state-sponsored murder conducted by a man who spent his first term dodging criminal charges and his second term apparently deciding that starting a world war was a good way to stay out of prison.

And now, having done all of that, having committed what any honest legal scholar would call a war crime, he's on Truth Social warning the people he just bombed that they are not allowed to respond.

You blew up their country. You killed their leader. And you're telling them to sit quietly and take it.

Or what? Or you'll nuke them? Is that what "never been seen before" means? Are you actually threatening to drop nuclear weapons on Iranian civilians? Are you going to turn Tehran into another Hiroshima because Jared fucking Kushner whispered in your ear that it would be good for real estate values in the region?

Because let's talk about Jared. Let's talk about the plastic-faced, silk-shirt-wearing, failed property developer who has been Benjamin Netanyahu's personal little errand boy for the better part of a decade. This is the man who brokered the Abraham Accords and then stuck his hand out for two billion dollars from the Saudis the moment he left office. This is the man whose Middle East "peace plan" was so laughably one-sided that every Arab nation on earth rejected it on sight. This is the man who has been whispering in Trump's ear about Iran for years, nudging, suggesting, planting seeds, because Netanyahu has wanted this moment for twenty years and Jared Kushner was his inside man in the White House.

Trump just handed Netanyahu the war he always wanted. And now Trump is standing at a podium in a USA cap, doing his tough guy voice, threatening a nation of 90 million people with annihilation because the guy whose cock his son-in-law has been enthusiastically slobbering on for the last decade finally got what he wanted.

And here's the thing that should terrify every single person on this planet right now.

Trump is not going to win this. He cannot win this. He has stumbled drunk and nappy-clad into a conflict that has no clean exit, no achievable objective, and no endgame that doesn't involve either a humiliating withdrawal or a catastrophic escalation. Iran is not Iraq. Iran is not Afghanistan. Iran has a population of 90 million people, a hardened military that has been preparing for this exact scenario for 40 years, allies in Russia and China who are watching very carefully, and absolutely nothing left to lose now that their Supreme Leader is dead and their nation has been bombed in broad daylight.

You cannot threaten your way out of a war you chose to start. You cannot post on Truth Social and expect a nation that has just been attacked to read your all-caps tantrum and decide to stand down. That is not how war works. That is not how any of this works.

But this doddering, diaper-wearing, walking liability doesn't know that. He's never fought in a war. He got five draft deferments. He has never experienced a single physical consequence in his entire soft, pampered, fraudulent life. He thinks strength is a Truth Social post. He thinks dominance is a threat. He thinks the whole world operates like one of his shitty real estate negotiations where you just bluster loud enough and the other guy folds.

Iran is not folding.

And the rest of us — the Australians sitting here watching our fuel prices explode, watching our stranded citizens try to get out of a Middle East that's on fire, watching the global economy start to shake because 20 percent of the world's oil supply just got a cork shoved in it — we're the ones who are going to pay for this man's stupidity.

Not him. Never him.

Us.

PS: No offence to normal people suffering from incontinence issues.

bombing Iran

From what I can see, it appears that the US and Israel want to level Iran to the ground. Repeated bombing raids? Pictures that look like they were taken in Gaza, but instead from downtown Tehran. Obviously, the Iranian authorities and their evil mullahs have been plotting and assisting terrorism all over the region, but this is not the work of the Iranian people, who crave freedom after decades of abuse. Indiscriminate bombing is the work of evil people. 

An Iranian man left this comment on a YouTube channel recently, and it breaks my heart.

"As an Iranian, I can tell you the situation is no longer just political—it's existential. We are trapped between two collapsing structures: one internal, one external. On one hand, we face a deeply dysfunctional government, led by the Supreme Leader and the Islamic Republic’s unelected institutions. 

Decades of economic mismanagement, suppression of dissent, and brutal ideological control have alienated multiple generations. No one believes in reform anymore—because every attempt has either been co-opted or crushed. But here's the paradox: We are also terrified of regime collapse—because we've watched the aftermath of Western intervention in countries like Iraq, Libya, Syria, and Afghanistan. Each was promised freedom; each descended into chaos, civil war, or foreign occupation. 

So no, we don't trust the U.S. or Israel. Not because we support our regime—but because we know how imperial powers treat ‘liberated’ nations in the Middle East. 

Freedom, in their language, often means vacuum, fire, and permanent instability. Right now, many Iranians live with three truths at once: The Islamic Republic is morally and politically bankrupt. The alternatives offered by foreign actors are not liberation—they’re collapse. 

A bad government is survivable. No government is not. We are not silent because we agree. We are cautious because we’ve learned—too well—what happens when superpowers decide to "help." In a sentence: Iran is a nation held hostage by its own regime, but haunted by the fate of its neighbors. We are stuck in a house we hate, surrounded by fires we fear more."