The Iran "War" is a businessman's racket

 As has so often happened in the recent past, the Iran "War" is not a war at all but a business transaction using the United States military to gain control of Iran's oil.

It is deal-making by force. See the Iraq "War" and the "war" in Afghanistan for confirmation of this.

Until we understand this elephant in the room, we will lose this business transaction, this deal with the devil.

None of these wars was declared by congress, which the constitution demands, but started by businessmen out to make a profit with the ultimate in bullying negotiation tactics.

Real war is too expensive to fight in lives and money.

Iran is a nation of over 90 million. It is laughable that we would be attempting to take it over with 15,000 troops and part of our navy, just as it was laughable to take over the Iraq of 38 million people with 160,000 troops or the Afghanistan of 43 million people with 30,000 troops.

None of these "wars" was declared because none of them would ever be profitable compared to the resources used versus the resources extracted.

These "wars" are disgusting negotiation tactics by big business and the oil companies for future profit. It's no wonders they did not and will not turn out well militarily.

The Iran "War" has failed because businessmen are running it.

The United States military is no longer the greatest in the world because the weakest links in it are Donald Trump and Pete Hegseth and the businesses they represent and work for.

You wanted a government run like a business, so now you have it.

A Fable of the Very Fattest Man

 

A Fable of the Very Fattest Man

Once there was a very strong man who became very fat, the fattest man in the world, by eating others. This man simply did whatever he wanted, consumed whomever he desired, until he became so large he sat on a significant portion of the globe. The problem was, he could not move, since his tremendous size would not let him. Still, he had to eat to maintain his great size, despite the fact he could not longer track his prey, so he simply reached out and grabbed whomever he wished to consume.

“If you do not comply with my desires, I will sit on you and crush you,” he told the world, and they believed him.

Of course, no one wished to be sat upon by this continent-crushing being: they complied. Some simply sighed and allowed themselves to be plucked, chewed and swallowed without objection. Many did, in fact, and he remained fat and happy for a time.

Soon, however, very small and fast though insignificant creatures discovered they could dart in, take a bit of this delicious fattest man who ever lived and that he could do nothing about it, being fat and stolid and stuck in place as he was.

“I am fat and powerful, and I will forever be that way. It is wrong that you should harm me. What have I ever done to you but what I wanted to do, that is, eat you? And now you repay me by your bites? Soon we will see who has the biggest mouth, and you will all be dancing on the fire of my tongue!”

He swatted at the tiny creatures that mocked and bit him, and he never caught one.

The tiny bites continued until nothing was left of the very fattest man who every lived, not even his bones. He had been unable to recognize the dangers of small mouths.

All that is left of him today is a great indentation in the earth that has filled with water.

Small boats sail over its surface peacefully.