President Donald Trump did not commit to a definitive timeline for the war in Iran, saying in a Friday interview that the fighting would end when he feels it “in my bones.” Trump told Fox News Radio that he didn’t think the war “would be long.” But he suggested that only he will know when it will be over, saying the conflict will end “when I feel it, feel it in my bones.” (POLITICO)
Back in the day many a person when asked about a storm about to hit, or cold weather about to become a reality, many a person would respond, “I feel it in my bones.” Doctors back then, and even now, reply with their scientific and medical education and knowledge that people who suffered from arthritis could actually predict the near future of the weather because they did indeed experience changes in their joints caused by the upcoming change in climate. They were not seers, but victims of arthritis.
Trump, however, acting as a GOD and self-prescribed knower of everything, a king among the peasants (anyone who is not he or perhaps his warlord Putin, and of course his billionaire benefactors), has no need for advice from military experts, or for that matter anybody with experience in conducting military actions, and lacking anything close to a conscience, will decide, the fate of the world, when he feels it in his bones. (Hopefully not cankle bones).
As we teeter not only on economic disaster, but also perhaps a world war, the only advice we are provided by the guy leading the once upon a time greatest nation in the world is waiting for his 79-year-old bones to do the talking. Holy Shit!
