by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist
Wars are much easier to start than they are to stop, That is a scrap of knowledge that Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu failed to share with Donald John Trump as he led the US President by the nose into an endless war on Iran. Netanyahu and Trump initiated their war on the country of Iran with bombing raids on the morning of February 28th, and Trump seemed to fully expect that one, or maybe two, bombing runs would result in "Mission Accomplished!" - a holdover GOP mantra from the days of George W. Bush prancing around the deck of a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier in a flight suit.
(There is no danger of Donald John repeating the "Mission Accomplished!" theatre because he can neither fit into a flight suit nor prance.)
But here we are 80 days later and the war on Iran still figures in almost every news cycle. About the only thing it has accomplished is to take the public's attention off of the despicable sex crimes of Jeffrey Epstein and his billionaire buddy child rapists. (And, of course, that could be the real reason we instigated this war to begin with.)
Trump's plans for demanding the Nobel Peace Prize for ending a war that he helped to start have been put on ice as he frantically searches for a way out of the mess that he gleefully helped engineer. During the 80 days that the War on Iran has dragged on, Trump has tried every escape hatch he can find. He has, on multiple occasions, declared the war to be over, initially indicating that he (or was it "we"?) had won it on the very first day - to raging threats toward Iran declaring that their entire civilization was about to die. One day he's a conquering general basking in his own glory, and the next day he is back to shit-posting and threats of annihilation.
We amp up, we tone down, we amp up, we tone down.
Today, if news reports are to be believed, we are back into the amping up phase. There were stories this morning stating that the US and Israel are visibly increasing their military presence around Iran. and Trump is back in his threat-belching mode, letting Iran and the world know that his patience is wearing thin. His current dire warning is "the clock is ticking!"
This gnarly old typist has been around long enough to know that the world is full of clocks. I am seventy-eight years old and my own personal clock is ticking louder and faster than ever. Donald John will be eighty next month and his clock is undoubtedly ticking louder and faster than mine.
We all reach a point in life when its time to put the shit-posting aside and begin working on polishing our obituaries. I'm there, Donald John, and buddy, you are too. The clock is ticking!


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