Bombs Fall in Iran, but It’s Democracy That’s Under Fire
It’s June 22, 2025, and the American sky is once again darkened by a familiar lie, dressed in a new suit stitched with fear and patriotism. The President — who knows more about golf handicaps than foreign policy — has dragged us into war with Iran, cheerleading from the bunker of executive privilege.
He says it’s to support Israel, whose airstrikes lit the fuse. But that’s not the story. The story is this: in 2018, Trump yanked the U.S. out of the Iran nuclear deal — a hard-won, imperfect, working agreement that kept uranium where it belonged and diplomacy on life support. He killed it for the applause. For the votes. For spite.
And now, he’s dragged us back into fire. His advisors begged him off. “Too risky,” they said. “Too costly.” But Trump doesn’t care. Not about cost. Not about blood. War, to him, is just another asset to be leveraged.
A burning country doesn’t change horses, after all. Especially when the Constitution’s been gutted and the Supreme Court hands out imperial powers like parking passes.
The Democrats are too busy arguing over whose turn it is at the teleprompter.
And regular people? They just want the rent paid and the lights on.
So here we are. Again. Another war on the other side of the world with children beneath rubble and press conferences full of sound bites and lies. The Stuxnet virus that started this was deployed in the Obama years—surgical, quiet. This, though? This is not quiet. This is shock-and-awe for an audience of one.
MAGA hats cheer. They see strength. But strength isn’t sending someone else’s kid to die for a half-baked doctrine. And somewhere in Nebraska, a man with a swastika tattoo sees vindication — not tragedy. Another war that smells like old hatreds.
History won’t absolve us. It doesn’t even pick up the phone anymore.