Trump Quenches His Bloodlust With Bombs in Iran

If you want blood, you got it. If you want blood, you got it. Blood on the streets, blood on the rocks. Blood in the gutter, every last drop - ACDC, “If You Want Blood (You’ve Got It)”

THE BLUE LETTER

Cliff’s Note: A Vampiric Man Who Fetishizes Violence Sees His Opportunity

Donald Trump just bombed Iran. Illegally. Stupidly. Just for the shits and giggles.

Mike Johnson couldn’t be reached for comment or a congressional role in this aerial declaration of war. Because Trump, when he allegedly stole all those classified documents to store in the Mar-a-Lago crapper, also took Johnson’s testes.

Look, this was the inevitable result of giving a deeply insecure, bone-spurred man-boy the keys to the most dangerous arsenal on Earth. Like when America promoted him to the Presidency the first time. We knew if a pandemic, natural disaster or man-made horror found its way home, hundreds of thousands would needlessly die. And they did with his non-response and dismissal of COVID-19 and its vaccine, per scientific reports.

Because of Trump’s lovely combination of being a serial liar, gaudy greedhead and behaving in nature like chloroform to the human intellect, he was always going to greatly damage democracy. Yet, even worse, he’s a man most emotionally excited and viscerally elated when telling rally-goers to “knock the crap out of protesters,” meaning he’s literally the worst kind of jabroni to put in charge of the most lethal military force ever built.

Also: a guy who obsesses over what a man Arnold Palmer was, including the size of his dick, in speeches. Nearly foams at the mouth, so overjoyed is he by the "strength" and control over country exhibited by dictators like Putin, Orban and Kim Jong-un. A dude who hid in a White House bunker while telling his general to shoot protesters.

This homunculus with the homo-erotic attraction to men “who look the part” was never going to restrain himself from flexing military might like it’s a late-night Twitter fight. Trump doesn’t crave destruction. Oh, no. For this hobgoblin, it’s his oxygen.

Deep down, Trump knows that if wusses were mojitos, he’d be Cuba. From bone spurs to White House bunkers to whiny retorts about “media and Democrats mean,” or “nasty” (mostly for women), his pathetic, febrile, coddled ass craves desperately to be John Wayne. Or Rocky Balboa (though Ivan Drago would be more appropriate).

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So when the real world refuses to kneel to the weeble wobble, he bombs it, calling himself a “tough guy” and “wartime president.” Wartime President?!? He’s not even a wartime private. Let’s put it this way: Trump thinks he’s Maximus from Gladiator. He is not. He’s ever-so-perfectly Commodus.

A petty tyrant who inherits everything from daddy, but needs to bathe in the glory of war. Yet, he’s a coward, so he’s left to spar with his own soldiers as bluster—whom he knows can’t touch him…if they wanna live. Commodus also had a weird, sick fetish for watching as others are sliced and gutted…from the safety of his Emperor’s chair at the Colosseum. This, my friends, is Trump.

The only time the man ever got close to combat was when he waddled past a recruiting center on his way to the golden arches next door for a few Big Mac Meals. With fries. And two large chocolate shakes. And an apple pie.

Yet, there he sits in the Situation Room, surrounded by the servile, the senile, the sickos of society. Whom he recruited because they pose no threat to him—just America. So, of course Trump isn’t questioned as he authorizes violence and others die. And this silly, sadistic man in the ill-fitting suit can get off on meting out punishment and watching others suffer. For the glory of Trump.

To be crystal clear—for Trump, bombing Iran doesn’t have the least bit to do with strategy, peace or protecting American lives.

Now, don’t get me wrong, stopping a nuclear bomb from being constructed by Iran—a theocratic nightmare that murders dissidents at home, destabilizes countries abroad and defends and funds mass murderers from Hamas to Hezbollah to the horrific Bashar al-Assad—is absolutely necessary.

But we did that. Or, I should say, President Obama built that.

It was called the Comprehensive Plan of Action, or JCPOA, which was successfully negotiated with Iran by Barack Obama back in 2015. It halted Iran’s nuclear program (I guess, as Michelle Obama would say, “this was another one of those “Black jobs”).

And halt Iran’s nuclear production, it did.

So you see, Trump had to go ahead and that that treaty up. Because it was working, and after an entire existence of fucking everything up, from bankruptcies to his big beautiful bill—ie one long life of “next week is infrastructure week”—he didn’t wanna even be President while something successful was in motion.

Also, as noted, he’s as feeble as as a wet noodle—and knows he’s but a shadow of Obama. If a shadow were able to tell senseless, chuckleheaded stories about sharks and batteries, wear adult diapers and cheat at golf. So, Trump pulled out of the crucial agreement, like he has a dozen failed businesses and two out of three marriages.

Then, when he wanted to negotiate something that would’ve amounted to the exact same thing President Obama had put in place, Bibi Netanyahu—aka “Israel’s Trump”—knew all too well how to play America’s perfect idiot. With Bibi’s longtime policy of “find any fucking way to go to war with Iran and get America to help,” as his guiding principle—which numerous other American Presidents resisted—Bibi knew he finally had his mark.

If he could bomb Iran before Trump got anywhere near a deal with them, he’d force Trump into a corner, because Trump would feel the desperate need of a sad, small, sadist to prove how tough he was, and get his bloodlust on by making others feel some pain. I imagine their conversation went something like this:

Trump: I wanna negotiate with the mullers.

Bibi: Sorry, Donald, I was totally for that, but we just bombed Iran. You don’t wanna be a girl and refuse to bomb them. Girl. God you’ll look like such a girl at recess.

Trump: [on an unsecured phone or via Signal] Get me Hegseth, after he gets over his 23 Old E’s hangover, and tell him to knock the hell outta Iran with bombs!

Look, Trump’s entire life, from business to politics to porn stars, is performative manhood. About Trump getting his little dopamine hit from pretending to be “the boss.” When all your resume consists of is a series of bankruptcies, failed scams, lawsuits, Eric, crushed Adderall by the pound (allegedly) and knowing your dad never loved you, all ya got is “looking powerful” by hiding behind soldiers and humping a flag.

Worse still, Trump’s only a slightly exaggerated version of the entire right-wing ecosystem, from its politicians to its “thinkers,” the media-entertainment complex to the base. The ones that cheer on this dilapidated baboon like he’s crushing it at Cobra Kai. And love hurting other people just as he does.

These selfish nitwits don’t give a crap about the troops. They fetishize soldiers like they fetishize coal miners and cops: from a safe distance, with no interest in actually supporting them physically, psychologically or financially when the bill comes due. Oh, but they’ll lap up Trump’s bloodthirsty press conferences replete with fantasies of “obliterating” Iran and call it “strength.”

Because this is what passes for masculinity in circles where people like Ben Shapiro and Benny Johnson are considered manly men. But, the rest of us? We’re so fucking tired of it. Tired of watching our country dragged into conflict by a man who’s never known an ounce bravery. Tired of war by photo op. Tired of cruelty being the point from Trump and his incel shock troops.

Ben Shapiro, after a Gerber’s 5-pack

Trump may think dropping bombs makes him a an American Caesar. But history won’t remember the two-bit hustler with a disinformation machine, daddy complex and dysenteric personality as a conqueror.

We’ll either defeat him, which I’m more sure of every day, in which case they’ll have to place inanimate objects between the unbelievable coward and second-to-worst President. Or he’ll hold onto power. In which case there will be no history.

So please call out this weak-ass jackwad now. His fetish for violence, because he can’t stand the site of himself or thought of what he truly is. His war with other people’s children, so he can feel manly in the wee hours of the morning when dread envelopes him, as he knows he’s more manatee than man.

Or, we’ll be trapped in the same doom loop of endless war and needless death for God knows how long. Because if Trump is safe, famous, rich and untouchable, that’s all he needs. War, chaos and tyranny are his only kingdom. It is only there in which a frail, demented man like Donald Trump can feel strong by exacting pain on others, and rule.

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Trump’s March to War: A Play-by-Play

• June 18, 2025 – Trump publicly states “I may do it, I may not do it,” when asked about strikes on Iranian nuclear sites amid Israel–Iran escalation

• June 19, 2025 – Announces he’ll decide on military action within two weeks, simultaneously claiming a “substantial chance” of diplomacy

• June 19–20, 2025 – Meets with national security advisers and top military leaders (Gen. Dan Caine, Gen. Kurilla, Gen. Hegseth) to refine strike options, including use of the Massive Ordnance Penetrator bunker‑buster bomb to hit deeply buried targets like Fordow

• June 20, 2025 – Iran refuses U.S. talks until Israeli strikes cease; European-led diplomatic efforts proceed in Geneva

• June 21–22, 2025 – U.S. stealth bombers, refuelers, and aircraft carriers deploy nearer to the region; Trump privately approves strike plans but delays public execution order

• June 22, 2025 – U.S. conducts airstrikes on three Iranian nuclear/military sites; reported by Sky News as “spectacular military success” that “completely obliterated” them

• June 22–23, 2025 – Congress voices alarm; AOC calls for impeachment over “grave violation” of war powers; public and GOP reactions split

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