In my youth, we did not have smartphones, personal computers or the internet to project our memes. We did, however, have T-shirts.
Two themes from those meme T-shirts that hit home with me in the distant past involved birds, ironic in that I am something less than an avian fancier.
The first depicted a mouse, from the vantage point behind him, extending his middle finger to a hawk-like bird, its talons deployed, swooping in to end the mouse’s existence. The message was: The Last Great Act of Defiance.
The second meme had a couple of buzzards, with one observing to the other: Patience My Ass I’m Gonna Kill Something.
Those who know me, would back me up when I say that I’m reluctant to give up and I am short on patience.
Regarding President Trump and Iran, I am beginning to give up on him to finish the job and, along that line, I say to our leader, patience my ass, let’s break things and kill people.
Trump critics, apparently addicted to Mexican food, have coined some descriptive acronyms for Trump’s hesitance. There is TACO – Trump Always Chickens Out – and, more recently, NACHO –Not A Chance Hormuz Opens.
Once, I would have argued with these naysayers. Today, not so much.
Perhaps my viewpoint is colored by the fact that every time Iran peace is promised, my precious metals holdings rise in price, which is pretty much the opposite of what one might expect. And, every time promised peace progress is denied, precious metals hit the skids.
For all you people whining about gasoline being up $1 or so a gallon, I lose many multiples of your expected annual increase in gasoline expense each day this pathetic ebb and flow occurs. It has put me in a sour mood.
Trump should revisit the maxim fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice, shame on me. Iran and its peace-talks apologists have promised an agreement about as often as Somalis commit fraud in Minnesota. They have delivered about as often as prominent Minnesota politicians who enabled that fraud have been sent to prison, which is exactly zero times.
Again, I can’t blame the Iranian zealots, or their enablers, for trying to postpone reality. Funny, these maniacal types profess to welcome death and martyrdom, yet hide in bunkers anytime bombs or missiles are in the air.
It seems obvious to me that if they seek martyrdom, they should just stand in the streets during the next raid.
But, no, it seems they are willing to resist to the last drop of someone else’s blood. I guess there is a virgin shortage in the Middle East.
Why let them continue this farce, which is turning Trump and his administration into a never-ending joke on this matter?
Set a date. When it passes without agreement – as history shows us is all but a 100-percent certainty – push the button.
I’m thinking neutron bombs, those thermonuclear devices designed to have a small explosive effect, but spread deadly radiation for maybe 2000 meters.
They kill people, but don’t knock down the buildings. Can you say win, win?
Drop two of these in downtown Tehran, having first given Iranian leadership time to gather outdoors for their mass martyrdom. I am willing to guess peace talks would progress soon thereafter.
Maybe I’m wrong. But, how do we know unless we try? And we haven’t been trying hard enough.
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