So it's obvious Trump wanted an Iran deal done on his big-boy birthday, and he wanted it done before his UFC fight and bouncy house party starts. It never mattered whether there was an actual deal or Iran agreed or Israel agreed. He was going to announce a deal. We should not assume this is real.
The "birthday deal" will be yet another opportunity to see what press is proudly credulous for Trump.
Watching the Sunday Morning obsequious follies, I predict there will be a tacit media consensus after Trump is finally gone that it’s unfair to play back what insane behavior and policies these political hacks endorsed under his eye.
They hate us for our freedum.
Our neighbor gave us a half a dozen goose eggs (size comparison to chicken here) and now I need to figure out what to make with them.
“You can go straight to hell, Pookiebear!”
Trump's wrinkly suits. Hegseth's crisp little pocket square. Kennedy's skinny ties. Musk's dork T-shirts. All the sartorial choices of this crew trigger an involuntary retch response from me now.
I know we’re used to it, but statements of fury are seriously undermined when directed at a ‘Bibi.’
I stayed at a Bed and Breakfast in Oregon once where the chef serves a frittata and then after everyone has eaten revealed with much fanfare the ostrich egg shell whence breakfast was sourced.
