The skies over Tehran bled orange at dawn today, the thunderclap of Israeli bombs shredding the illusion of diplomacy as Donald Trump’s administration executed a naked scramble from the Middle East—a retreat dressed in the cheap finery of “voluntary departures.”
Let us not mince words: This is the sound of empires crumbling, of alliances torched, and of a president who’d rather shake hands on the White House lawn than confront the inferno he helped ignite.
While American-made Israeli F-16s carved through Iranian airspace, striking “dozens” of nuclear and military targets in what Defense Minister Israel Katz called a “preemptive” holy war, U.S. embassy staff in Baghdad stuffed classified documents into shredders and military dependents in Bahrain boarded emergency flights out.
In a televised address, Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu said the goal of the operation was “to damage Iran’s nuclear infrastructure, its ballistic missile factories and military capabilities.”
The rats are fleeing the ship, and the captain is too busy posing for selfies to notice the hull cracking open.
Trump’s State Department, slick with the grease of evasion, claims this evacuation is mere prudence—a response to a region suddenly turned “dangerous.”
But the filth beneath that polished lie reeks to high heaven: Senior U.S. officials, hiding behind anonymity like thieves in the night, had already told Israel the United States would offer no offensive support for strikes on Iran.
Not a bomber. Not a bunker-buster. Not even a goddamned intelligence satellite turned toward Tehran. Just a cold shoulder and a pat on the head as Netanyahu’s war cabinet pressed the button.
And now, as Iranian state TV blares footage of mangled steel in Isfahan and vows retaliation against every U.S. base from Kuwait to Qatar, the reality crystallizes: Trump abandoned Israel to fight alone while he ran for cover.
Do not mistake this for strategy. This is the flailing of a man who spent days whimpering about diplomatic “hope” even as his own intelligence agencies tracked Israeli jets fueling for Armageddon.
“I’d love to avoid conflict,” Trump mumbled to reporters just hours before the bombs fell, his words dissolving like ash in the wind. “But it could very well happen.”
“This wouldn’t be happening if Trump didn’t end the nuclear deal without any plan to replace it,” said one astute observer.
Hossein Salami, commander-in-chief of the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps, was killed in an Israeli strike.
Meanwhile, Trumps administration leaked like a sieve—anonymous sources whispering to Axios that the U.S. would never join the strike, while Pentagon flacks authorized “voluntary departure” for military families.
The message to Tehran? We won’t stop Israel, but please—don’t shoot at our people!
Iran’s response was etched in ballistics and blood oaths long before today. Defense Minister Aziz Nasir Zadeh had already drawn a red line in the desert sand: “We have access to all U.S. bases,” he snarled on Tuesday.
“If provoked, we will strike without hesitation.” And provoke them Israel did, gambling that vaporizing enrichment facilities near Natanz would cripple Tehran’s nuclear ambitions.
The IDF claims Iran had uranium for 15 bombs—a “ticking existential threat.”
But what burns brighter tonight is the promise of vengeance: Iranian state media broadcasts show missile batteries rolling into mountainside hideouts, while the IRGC’s naval chief prowls the Strait of Hormuz, eyeing oil tankers like a wolf eyeing lambs .
The fallout is already metastasizing. Oil prices, that sacred totem of American vanity, spiked 4% as Britain’s maritime agency warned ships to flee the Persian Gulf—a preview of the chaos awaiting global trade when Hormuz becomes a shooting gallery.
Wall Street, drunk on the illusion of peace just yesterday, is now choking on the fumes of war, with defense stocks leaping while the rest of the market implodes.
And in the White House? Trump convened his cabinet, not to authorize airstrikes or mobilize fleets, but to discuss… what?
Damage control? Talking points? How to spin the collapse of the American century into a victory for “diplomacy”?
History will record tonight as the moment the last threads unraveled.
Israel fights alone, its schools shuttered, and citizens huddled in bomb shelters, bracing for the missiles Iran vowed would rain down “within minutes” of an attack.
The U.S. hunkers down, its embassies half-empty and its credibility incinerated. And Trump? He’s still on the lawn, grinning for the cameras as the world burns.
This isn’t statecraft. It’s a suicide note signed in the blood of allies.