01–02.06.2026
Make no mistake, we’re in a tight spot. Moving into the twinned summer months of June and July, the country feels like it’s just waiting for the next shoe to drop. The war/not a war/war in the Persian Gulf limps along while the president said today that he “couldn’t care less” about Iran suspending peace negotiations.
While the Strait of Hormuz remains strangled tight, TFG* cycles between saying the talks had become “very boring” and threatening to “blow them up to kingdom come” if the Iranians attempt to restart their uranium enrichment program.
Man, it would be great if we had some sort of agreement that would allow inspectors from the International Atomic Energy Agency 24/7 access to pertinent sites and supply chains to give us the heads-up so we could make that decision. Oh, that’s right, we did. TFG ripped it up and now he can’t be bothered to do his fucking job to negotiate another. Granted, Liberace-ing the entire White House (at least the parts you haven’t torn down) does take a lot out of a person. That and golf, those little white balls aren’t going to lose themselves.
It almost seems as if he doesn’t want this mess to end, and why would he? He and the grifter class are making money hand-over-fist by gaming the oil futures market. Doesn’t anyone remember the 1982 Eddie Murphy movie, Trading Places?
You tried to warn us, Eddie, and we just didn’t listen.
*This Fucking Guy
Román Leão 
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