Trump the Charlatan: Persia Bullies Rome Again

When America’s “Friendship” Faded Like a Casino Mirage.

It turns out that Iran played the world and survived two of the strongest and most capable armies on earth. They took the first blow on the head of their connection to Allah and the revolution. But since then they did not cower or surrender — unlike Trump, his administration, and the most capable brains of the US, including its intelligence prophets who predict the unpredictable, and Netanyahu with the IDF and the glorious Mossad. All believed Iran would fold. They were wrong.

The Iranian regime proved itself steadfast in its Shi’ite ideals, its revolutionary fantasies prescribed by the father of the revolution, Ayatollah Khomeini. And with its vast land, those armies could not cover it all during those long weeks.

It is now understandable why Trump obliged himself to surrender so dramatically, dragging his magnificently huge army into retreat in a matter of weeks. Iran defeated the US psychologically and militarily. Israel, to be fair, was not defeated — it never wanted to stop until its declared goals were met. But Trump’s deal was fishy and humiliating to the American nation, to Republicans and Democrats alike, to the Spartans, the Greeks, the emperors who ruled the world with an iron fist since WWII.

Once again, the senators of Rome were bullied by the kings of Persia.

And then came the insult of insults: Trump, after parading against Israel, unleashed the least friendly and least enthusiastic voices in his administration — officials long skeptical of Israel — to castigate its nation and its prime minister. This was the same leader he once hailed as Israel’s “war‑time prime minister,” a title that carried golden weight in the days of solidarity.

But those golden days faded like shade at the first real test of friendship between the state of Israel and Trump’s America.

It turns out that this US president humiliated Israel, insulting its head of state with language no other president had dared use since 1948. He pressured Israel to forgo its right to defend itself and its very existence against vicious enemies.

Trump revealed himself as a charlatan who knows nothing about commanding in war, nothing about making deals outside casinos and hotels.

A coward who wanted to win by the magic power of his tiny ally — but when that magic did not deliver as fast as in the 12‑day war, he turned enraged, blaming Israel for his own defeat.

So much for a friend. A true friend does not sell you out to save his political career. A friend stands with you all the way, not leaving you in the middle of the road while enemies jump with joy at your humiliation.

The IRGC believes more in its revolutionary doctrine than Trump believes in the importance of Israel. Israel had won the 12‑day war and was going to win this one too, if given time. But Trump the coward would not. He ran toward the nod of head Ghalibaf gave him. In a matter of days, Trump’s language — flanked by Hegseth and General Keane — shifted from confidence and theatrical strength to retreat and blame. The art of acting was all he mastered. The art of war was never his.

For Trump, Israel was nothing more than a cow to be milked — its small victories squeezed to please his ego. He is a man of wars, but only small wars, the kind that can be packaged as quick triumphs. When the battles grew larger, when the stakes demanded endurance, his bravado collapsed into blame and retreat.