So we are now negotiating directly with Hamas, perpetrators of Oct. 7. Sure, why not.
Except the U.S. does not negotiate with terrorists. Except sometimes now we do. Because it’s all a deal.
Want something from us, name your price? Like the show, “The Price is Right,” because hey, it’s all TV, life is TV, you learn that as a kid watching it in the 1950s.
Conqueror of the World, chief Magaman, Potentate of the East, Kraken of the Kremlin, Tsar of All Tarrrifs Trump warns Hamas, cooperate, release all hostages or suffer consequences “or it’s over for you.”
So what’s he going to do to Hamaas and Gaza and Gazans that Israel hasn’t done?
Well, we do have nukes. Oh right, Israel does too.
Did you know there are nine nations with nukes: the U.S., Russia, China, the UK, France, Pakistan, India, Israel, and North Korea, and Iran wants them.
Reassuring list isn’t it?
Oh, but now let’t clear out those pesky Gazans with their 1 million kids so we can get on to what is really needed here: A string of resorts and casinos on that glorious, lovely Mediterranean coast -not far from where your writer picked wild grapes in the dunes during a more bucolic/ time in 1963—all named Trump.
Right, you can’t make it up.
You can’t make up yesterday, you can’t make up tomorrow, and who knows what today will be about.
But, hey it’s ok, as long as Pete Hegseth has a bottle of Tequila, Lady Bug Grham has a microphone, and Rubio has the sinking middle seat on a couch, what could go wrong? What could possibly go wrong?
Peeling the Onion 