
By Yiannis Damellos
July 26, 2026
You know that feeling when someone flaunts their bravado like a chest-thumping alpha-male gorilla, eager to flex their supposed prowess, only to spectacularly crash and burn? And yet, fueled by an insatiable narcissism, they dive back in, face-first into failure—time and again—while the bill is picked up by the unsuspecting public? That’s precisely the spectacle we witnessed with Donald J. Trump. He embarked on a war with Iran, treating it less as a dire national necessity and more like a calculating investment in his own grandiosity and servitude to the MIC and Israel, all while parading around with a swagger only he could muster, believing wholeheartedly he had mastered the Art of the Deal. Well, it turns out there’s a stark difference between business negotiations and the brutal realities of war. Now, the U.S. finds itself halting strikes on Iran for a second consecutive night, pressed by his (Omn)impotence to cease the bombings, conserve ammunition, and navigate a way out that would allow America and himself to preserve some semblance of dignity.