I want to write about the war but I'm finding that incredibly difficult tonight. I'm tired of being angry, like...physically tired of watching the moronic machinations of the Trump regime. I feel for the Iranian people, first of all, they don't deserve this. I feel for the rest of the world too as the shockwaves caused by this war dragging on are starting to ripple outwards and I'm hearing stories of rationing fuel and increasing tensions, this is only the beginning.
I feel bad centering myself at all, as an American I know I'm responsible for the actions of my president. I know that, for the most part, I'll be insulated from the levels of pain that are going to be felt across the globe. My anger that the people in charge the bombing campaign are demonstrably incompetent ignoramuses obviously is nothing compared to the anger of the people whose home are being bombed by those same idiots.
Today after a 5 week campaign where no real objectives were declared, just incoherent rambling, Trump has declared victory and says that the closed Straight of Hormuz isn't really his problem, America never needed that oil anyway, and if other countries need the oil they "can just go in and take it".
I know I keep repeating this, but even though I knew that America was on the decline and I thought I understood what that meant in academic terms. I always imagined that it would be a slow, inexorable decline, this feels like we're going over a cliff.
Trump and his Department of Defense, all staunch GOP members who in saner times would bitch and moan about every penny added to the deficit are blowing hundreds of billions of dollars per week on this war that is getting us absolutely nothing in return. Just lighting money on fire with no plan, no victory conditions, just fucking vibes man.
I feel equal parts ashamed, enraged, and dumbfounded that someone this stupid managed to take over our country.
I'm also afraid, I'm very worried about what's going to happen next.