Trump's Middle East Peace

We've got another chapter in the epic saga of Donald J. Trump #47, the War-Ender-in-Chief. That's right, since reclaiming the White House for his third triumphant lap, the man has brokered 8 peace deals, this makes 9! At this rate, he'll have world peace wrapped up before his morning coffee tomorrow. Peace in the Middle East. Yeah, you heard that correctly. The region that's been a powder keg since biblical times is suddenly all kumbaya, courtesy of Trump's art of the deal-breaking with the old ways of doing things. We'll have to wait and see if this fragile truce holds up longer than a Zsa Zsa Gabor marriage (look it up), but who could've imagined this just a few months ago? Certainly not the doomsayers in the media, who were too busy hyperventilating over noticing the art of the deal in action.

Let's rewind to the nightmare that kicked this whole mess into high gear, October 7th, 2023, which anniversary was a week ago. You remember: Hamas, those medieval barbarians, unleashed hell on Israel, slaughtering 1,200 innocents in a rampage that made the Dark Ages look civilized. Israeli’s, civilians, families, festival-goers, and visitors just mowed down in cold blood. To put that in perspective, that's roughly 0.0167% of Israel's population wiped out in a single day. Now, scale that up to the good ol' U.S. of A., and you're talking about 55,600 Americans gone. Poof. That's the entire population of Broomfield, Colorado, every man, woman, and child, slaughtered. Imagine waking up to the news that Broomfield had been turned into a ghost town, the whole place a blood-soaked horror show. What kind of rage would boil up in our veins? We'd be demanding our government not just retaliate, but obliterate the perpetrators, turn their hideouts into craters, and make sure they never draw breath again. And rightly so! But oh no, when Israel dared to defend itself, the international community scolds the IDF for being over-the-top in their reaction. "Over the top," they whined, as if proportional response means letting terrorists reload.

Context matters, doesn't it? It's the difference between seeing the full picture and swallowing the half-baked narratives from the media, who treat Hamas like a misunderstood teenager instead of the genocidal criminals they are. These are the same folks who tunnel under hospitals, use civilians as shields, and celebrate death like it's a national holiday. And yet, here we are, with Israel agreeing to a peace plan before they've fully eradicated the threat. I mean, come on, Hamas isn't gone; they're just catching their breath. Mark my words, and etch them in stone: Israel will be attacked again. It's not a question of if, but when. Because history doesn't stutter, terrorists don't retire; they regroup and re-arm. Trump's deal might buy some time, and God bless him for trying in a world where his predecessors couldn't negotiate a number one meal from McD’s without starting a food fight. But until Hamas is reduced to a bad memory, this "peace" is about as stable as a house of cards in Golden on a fall afternoon windstorm.

But let's cheer on the wins where we find them, and pray this one sticks. After all, in the age of Trump, miracles do happen. Just don't hold your breath for the Nobel Committee to notice, but Mr. President, we do.