I sat down to write something thoughtful about this “ceasefire,” and by the time I got to my second sentence, Israel was still striking, Iran was still posturing, the Strait of Hormuz was apparently open but also not really, Pete Hegseth was out there sounding ready to drop more bombs at a moment’s notice, and Donald Trump was floating the idea of sharing toll proceeds from the Strait with a regime he’s already declared essentially gone. I’m flashing back to watching The NeverEnding Story with my oldest years ago, thinking how wild it was that a story could just keep going without ever landing. Turns out, that wasn’t fantasy. It was a preview.
So I’m going to do something radical and not pretend I can keep up with a story that is rewriting itself every fifteen minutes. I’ll be back when the plot stops changing mid-paragraph. Until then, if this is what “resolution” looks like, it’s not an ending. It’s a pause where everyone keeps their finger on the trigger and calls it peace.
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