
A Witcher's Lament: Promises Broken Like a Cheap Sword
Medallion's hummin' like a noonwraith in heat. Heard tell Trump the… well let's just say the man with the peculiar hair promised peace. Five months ago if you can believe it. Claimed he'd be a unifier a breaker of war. Now? He's slingin' bombs at Iran like dandelion seeds in the wind. Fordo Natanz Isfahan – all takin' a taste of American steel. Seems like someone forgot their Swallow potion before makin' decisions.
From Peacemaker to Pyromaniac: A Sudden Change of Heart?
Remember that speech? The one where he bleated about endin' wars and keepin' out of 'em? Said his legacy would be peace. Gods what a load of barf! Now he’s gone and launched a direct military strike on Iran for the first time since the start of the Israel Iran war. I've seen less dramatic U turns from a griffin mid flight. Makes you wonder if someone slipped him some bad Fisstech.
Truth Social Truths? More Like Truth...ish
Trump crowed about droppin' a “full load of BOMBS” on Fordow in a Truth Social post. Full load indeed. Iranian state media is wailin' about casualties and damage. This ain't some tavern brawl this is a full blown clash. And here I thought the worst I'd be dealin' with was a stray ghoul.
Preventing World War Three? More Like Ordering the Appetizers!
Remember that guff about preventin' World War Three and endin' “chaos in the Middle East?” He was screamin' it at rallies claimin' everyone else was incompetent. Now he's stoking the flames himself. Seems to me like incompetence is lookin' him right back in the mirror.
Nuclear Nightmares and Broken Vows: The Usual Suspects
He's been bellyachin' about Iran gettin' their hands on nukes for ages. Fair enough nobody wants that. But he paired it with promises of peace. Now it seems he prefer bombs over negotiations. It's like sayin' you'll only slay monsters with a silver sword then chuckin' a bomb at 'em instead. Makes no sense does it?
Diplomacy's Demise? Or Just the Beginning of a Bloody Mess?
Just days before Trump was blatherin' about waitin' “two weeks” to see if things could be sorted diplomatically. Two weeks! Like the world runs on some Nilfgaardian timetable. Now the bombs are fallin' and everyone's wonderin' what's next. Is this the end of talkin' or just the prelude to a right proper bloody mess? Either way I'm stockin' up on potions. 'Wind's howling,' as they say.
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