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The words Walter Reed showed up on my timeline over the weekend.

I confess that my heart fluttered, my spirit quickened, and I pulled out our corkscrew and put it on the counter, just in case.

A few hours later… false alarm.

Party postponed.

Humanity, still hostage.

Unfettered lunatic, still at the wheel.

Annihilation, still in play.

Hellscape, still fully ablaze.

While I would never wish anyone harm, I will rejoice the day he leaves the planet.

I feel no shame in saying this.

It would be disingenuous to pretend otherwise.

And I will be far from alone in my elation.

When he departs this mortal sphere, it will be an occasion of global jubilation, not unlike the passing of any of history’s previous monsters.

On that day, there will be a collective exhale that we haven’t experienced since the end of the Second World War.

Outside of all but a small, brainwashed faction of the population’s most cultic, human beings around the world, will break out in spontaneous celebration at the subtraction of a presence that has done incalculable damage to the course of humanity.

On that day, the messiah of the miserable will no longer be able to generate new nightmares for the rest of us. We will finally be freed from his nonsensical ramblings. He will be unable to pervert the truth, or bastardize the office, or stoke division, or murder the English language.

But I’m not foolish enough to believe that this will be the end of the nightmare.

His enablers will remain; those opportunistic, bottom-feeding hate-mongers, soul-auctioning political traitors, and armageddon-welcoming religious zealots will still all be here, rushing to fill the power chasm he will leave behind. They will devour one another trying to occupy the throne once it is empty.

And not only them, but the legion of his civilian foot soldiers, who carried him upon their shoulders.

These past 10 years have done irreparable harm to the sovereignty of our nation, to our systems of governance, to the relational connections between us, to the collective health of the planet.

But he hasn’t done this.

The people we share this country with have done it using him as their weapon of choice. Our family members. Our friends. Our co-workers. Our neighbors.

His departure will do nothing to undo all the evil that his now bruised hands have wrought, to erase every vile thing his presence has exposed as he ascended politically.

It will not rewind the years of those who lived in squalor and poverty in New York City, on whose backs he built his fraudulent, hollow empire.

His death will not bring financial restitution to the thousands of workers and contractors left abandoned by the many bankruptcies that emancipated him from responsibility.

It won’t give back wholeness and healing to the girls and women he violated in secret or maligned in public.

It will not reverse the irreparable damage he has done to a political party whose members individually and collectively abandoned every legal and moral expectation to fall prostrate before him.

It will not illicit repentance in a white Evangelical Church that parted ways with the compassionate, loving namesake of its faith tradition and fashioned a vicious, sneering, profane, God-mocking idol out of his antithesis and bowed down before it.

His passing now could not allow us to unsee the repugnant grievance cult he unleashed here; the historically hateful movement of miserable people who’ve spent the last decade reveling in an unrepentant ugliness because he gave them consent.

It will not remove the legion of incompetent, predatory, corrupt sycophants he poisoned our government with; people who have and will continue to dismantle and pervert our systems of care and legal oversight.

And his death, as much as it would feel like an initial reprieve from the chaos he has engineered and the suffering he has spearheaded, would do nothing to conceal the heart maladies he exposed within the people around us: the long-simmering racism, the scalding contempt for foreigners, the phobic hatred of human beings for their gender identity or sexual orientation.

Long after he has made his exit, we will be left with what we now know about our family members and friends and neighbors; about the people in our churches, about the parents of our children’s friends; about the pillars of our communities, about those we trust to govern us, to protect and serve us.

These people and the atrocities they co-authored, sadly, will all long outlive him.

He has merely been the symptom.

The hatred in the heart of his supporters is the sickness.

Even when he’s gone, they’ll still be here.

So, any celebration will be short-lived.

 

So This Happemed…

Apparently the pneumonia from a few weeks ago didn’t fully resolve after all…

I’m in the ICU. Don’t know how long I’ll be here before I can go home. Posting may be spotty.

But hey, at least Cankles didn’t nuke Iran!

My Second Favorite MD Portable

The MZ-S1

I mean look at it: those funky lines, that color combination. Runs forever on a single AA battery (no special batteries required). What’s not to love? Yeah, it’s significantly bulkier than the rest of the models of that time period, but for me that’s part of the allure.

Trump Just Lost a War for America — No One’s Done That Since Nixon

From DAILY KOS:

This time we evacuate a gulf, not a country

TLDR

Trump loosed the dogs of war, screwed the pooch, and now gets to eat a dogshit sandwich. He won on day one and lost everything.  Iran’s regime literally changed — new Supreme Leader, wartime mandate, unified population — and the US is still bombing them for reasons it keeps changing. Iran’s gains include regional legitimacy, control of the straits, and a reset on a domestic crisis.  Now they can run out the clock playing victim, peacemaker, and reasonable adult while Washington circles the drain looking for an exit that doesn’t exist.


Iran is already using the perfect message frame: “The Regime Changed, But the West Hasn’t”.  This is the line that rewrites the entire conflict. The US stated objective was regime change. The Supreme Leader is dead. A new leader governs, but the bombs keep falling. Iran doesn’t need to win the argument — it just needs to keep asking the question: “What exactly are you still fighting for?”

Every day without an answer makes the war less defensible, less popular, and more expensive.


Meanwhile – if they’d STARTED the war– here’s what they’ve won:

    • Tollkeeper on the Strait of Hormuz. Iran now controls selective passage through 20% of global oil and LNG transit. Ships pass with Iranian permission. The US Navy no longer guarantees freedom of navigation.
    • Sanctions-proof oil revenue. Crude above $100/barrel, buyers desperate, sanctions architecture functionally collapsed. Iran went from struggling to sell oil to naming its price.
    • Domestic unity. The largest protests since 1979 disappeared overnight. The population that was in open revolt in January is unified behind the government by March.
    • Generational leadership renewal. Mojtaba Khamenei inherits with wartime martyr legitimacy instead of through a messy backroom succession crisis.
    • Regional military credibility. Demonstrated the ability to strike US bases across six countries and hold the entire Gulf at risk simultaneously.
    • Moral high ground. Attacked during active negotiations. Schools hit. Hospitals, research centers, and Red Crescent warehouses bombed. Iran doesn’t need propaganda — it needs cameras.
    • Coalition fracture. NATO allies — France, Spain, Italy — withdrew military support. France recognized Iranian authority over Hormuz by requesting passage. The Western alliance is splitting in real time.

Iran already has a great plan for victory terms to end the war they didn’t start; demands that age like wine, a fresh regional propaganda narrative, and simply running the clock favors them politically and militarily.

Iran’s stated terms — stop the bombing, lift sanctions, guarantee sovereignty, acknowledge the right to a peaceful nuclear program — are calibrated to sound ambitious on day one and obvious by day 60. Time itself converts Iran’s position from a wish list to common sense. They don’t need Washington to say yes today. They need the rest of the world to say “that seems fair” by summer. And the world is already moving in that direction.

Iran’s message to Saudi Arabia, UAE, Kuwait, Qatar, and Bahrain is lethally simple: “We didn’t bomb your country. We bombed the American base in your country. Remove the base, remove the problem.” That’s an offer disguised as a threat. It lands differently in Riyadh when Saudi civilians are catching shrapnel from a war they didn’t ask for, didn’t start, and don’t benefit from. Iran is telling the Gulf states they have a termite problem and the termites are American.

Every day the regime isn’t toppled, the premise of the war dies. A younger Supreme Leader with wartime legitimacy leads a unified population in a country that is battered but standing. The US has no theory of victory that survives contact with this reality. The military said “weeks.” The analysts said “months.” Iran says “forever if necessary.” Time favors the defender — always has.

Their plan is coming along just fine.  All three tracks point to the same destination: the US either negotiates on Iranian terms or just leaves. There is no middle ground that saves face for Washington.

The coalition is already fracturing — France, Spain, and Italy pulled military support. France sent a ship through Hormuz with Iranian permission, functionally recognizing Iran’s authority over the strait. NATO allies are drifting. Domestic pressure is building as gas prices climb and grocery bills follow.

Meanwhile Iran stands at the UN and says: “Our father is dead. Our schools are rubble. Our children are buried. The regime you wanted changed has changed. Why are you still bombing us?”

Nobody has a good answer. And the longer nobody has a good answer, the more Iran wins.

The Mojtaba Factor is their hole card- the ace that will win the game no matter how everything else shakes out.  This is the sleeper inside the sleeper. Mojtaba Khamenei holds two identities simultaneously and they complement perfectly.

Domestically — the martyr’s son, carrying the revolution forward under fire. Maximum legitimacy, zero succession crisis.

Internationally — the new face, unburdened by his father’s decades of confrontation. “I am not my father’s grudges. I am my nation’s future.” He can offer the world a clean slate narrative while the US is stuck explaining why it’s bombing a country led by someone it’s never dealt with before.

He is both continuity and change at the same time, and that is an extraordinarily powerful position for a wartime leader.

Iran’s only way to lose is overreach. If they escalate Hormuz to a permanent closure, the multinational naval coalition forms. If Mojtaba sounds like his father, the new-face narrative dies. If retaliatory strikes kill too many Gulf civilians, the whisper campaign collapses.

Restraint is the weapon now. Discipline is the strategy. And so far, they’re executing.

Iran didn’t win the war in the way wars are supposed to be won. They won it the way the weaker party always wins — by surviving, by making the stronger party’s victory impossible to define, and by being more patient than the country that attacked them.  What’s more, Trump’s incompetence handed them a veritable cornucopia of fringe benefits to offset all the physical damage.  Damage that can be repaired, from a moral high ground.

The regime changed. The West hasn’t. And that’s the ballgame.  Enjoy your sandwich, Mr. Trump.


**UPDATED**

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Iran has been doing quite well selling high priced oil since the war started

Trump Tax on oil-he’s sharing the sandwich

April 4, 2026

Going forward we all get a new Trump Tax on oil.  The price of oil just got permanently more expensive. Not temporarily. Not until the war ends. Permanently. There are three layers to this, and they stack. Every one of them lands at the gas pump. And none of them are coming back down.

Layer 1: The Strait Is Now a Proven Kill Zone

Before February 28, insuring a tanker to transit the Strait of Hormuz cost about 0.125% of the ship’s value. This fraction of a penny on every barrel was background noise.

Today it costs 5%. That’s a forty-fold increase. For a $100 million VLCC (Very Large Crude Carrier), that’s $5 million per transit — up from $125,000. Bloomberg reported premiums surged to roughly five times the level seen in the earliest days of the war, and an even larger multiple of pre-conflict rates. Lloyd’s Joint War Committee redesignated the entire Arabian Gulf as a conflict zone. Major insurers — Gard, Skuld, NorthStandard, the London P&I Club — cancelled existing war risk policies entirely and offered replacements at roughly sixty times pre-crisis rates.

And here’s the thing about insurance: it has a memory. A long one.

After the 1980s Tanker War, premiums in the Gulf never fully returned to pre-war levels. After the Red Sea crisis in 2024-25, Houthi attacks drove war risk premiums up 500% — and they stayed elevated even after the ceasefire. Insurance companies are not in the business of forgetting that ships got hit. Twenty-one confirmed attacks on merchant vessels. Mines laid in the strait. Tankers burning. A crew member killed. That actuarial data is now permanently in the model.

Even if peace breaks out tomorrow, even if the strait reopens fully, the insurance industry now prices Hormuz as a proven combat zone. Premiums will come down from 5%, sure. But they will never return to 0.125%. The floor just moved. Analysts estimate a permanent geopolitical risk premium of $8 to $14 per barrel — baked in, forever, on every barrel that transits the strait. Twenty percent of the world’s oil.

That’s Layer 1. It’s already here. It’s not going away.


Layer 2: The Tollbooth

Iran now controls selective passage through the Strait of Hormuz. France sent a ship through — with Iranian permission. Iran’s ghost fleet transits freely while everyone else asks for clearance off Qeshm Island. The US Navy, the most powerful maritime force in human history, is not guaranteeing freedom of navigation. Iran is granting it.

If this holds — and every week it holds makes it harder to reverse — Iran becomes the tollbooth operator on 20% of global oil. The country that was sanctioned into near-bankruptcy six months ago now sits at the cash register of the world’s most important energy corridor.

What does a toll look like? It doesn’t have to be a line item on an invoice. It can be preferential pricing for allies. Delayed clearance for unfriendly flags. “Administrative fees” for transit documentation. Selective enforcement of “safety inspections.” Iran doesn’t need to call it a toll. It just needs to control the clock on every ship that passes through.

Conservative estimates put even a modest transit regime at $1 to $3 per barrel. On 15 million barrels a day, that’s $15 to $45 million daily flowing to Tehran. That’s $5 to $16 billion a year — roughly what Iran was earning from all oil exports before the war.

That’s Layer 2. It stacks on top of Layer 1.


Layer 3: The Reparations

Iran’s schools are rubble. Over 600 education centers hit. Hospitals damaged. Bridges destroyed. Thousands of civilians dead. The infrastructure bill for rebuilding is going to be enormous — and Iran is going to want someone to pay for it.

Not the United States. Washington doesn’t pay reparations. Never has, probably never will.

But Iran doesn’t need Washington to write a check. It needs the strait.

If Iran embeds reconstruction costs into its transit regime — call it a “waterway maintenance surcharge,” call it a “regional stability contribution,” call it whatever makes the diplomats comfortable — that’s a third layer on every barrel. And unlike a negotiated settlement that gets paid once, a transit surcharge collects forever. It’s an annuity funded by the global economy.

Even a modest reparations layer — $1 to $2 per barrel — generates $5 to $11 billion per year. Enough to rebuild schools. Enough to fund a new military. Enough to make the war profitable in the long run.

That’s Layer 3. It stacks on top of Layers 1 and 2.


What It Means at the Pump

Let’s add it up.

    • Layer 1 (insurance): $8 to $14 per barrel, permanent
    • Layer 2 (tollbooth): $1 to $3 per barrel, if Iran holds the strait
    • Layer 3 (reparations): $1 to $2 per barrel, if Iran collects

Total: $10 to $19 per barrel in new, permanent costs on every barrel that passes through the Strait of Hormuz.

Every $10 increase in crude translates to roughly 24 cents per gallon at the pump. So we’re looking at 25 to 45 cents per gallon — baked in, structural, not going away when the war ends, not going away when the headlines fade, not going away ever.

On a 15-gallon fill-up, that’s $3.75 to $6.75 extra. Every time. For the rest of your driving life.

And that’s the optimistic scenario — the one where the war ends soon, the strait reopens, and things go back to “normal.” The new normal. The normal where the world’s most important energy chokepoint has been proven vulnerable, where insurance companies never forget, and where Iran learned that controlling four miles of water is worth more than any nuclear program ever was.

Let’s call it what it is — a Trump Tax on oil.  One the entire globe will be enjoying for many years to come.


Trump will be sharing that sandwich with the rest of us, long after he’s gone. The only question now is how big a bite you have to take every time you fill the tank.

Cinematic Epistemology

From Greg Fallis:

It’s pretty clear that the main actors in the war against Iran are operating under a system of cinematic epistemology. I’m talking about Comrade President Trump, the Secretary of What Used to be the Department of Defense, Pete Hegseth, and the entirety of Comrade Trump’s Cabinet of Nazgûl.

Cinematic epistemology is a term coined by Julian Sanchez. Basically, epistemology is the study of how we know what we know–how we achieve an understanding of how the world works. Cinematic epistemology is an understanding of the world grounded in movies. It’s naive, of course. Love in real life doesn’t work out the way it does in a rom-com. Criminal investigations aren’t done they way they’re depicted in television cop shows. Wars aren’t fought and won they way they are in action films.

But that’s exactly how Trump and Hegseth viewed their assault on Iran. Send in the Air Force, bomb the absolute shit out of a bunch of targets, let Hegseth make a few movie speeches accompanied by manly hand gestures, let Trump threaten our enemies and mock our allies, intimidate the nation into submission. Surely, once our allies saw our overwhelming military might, they’d wish they’d been a part of the war. Surely, once Iran saw they were up against a vastly superior military force, they’d quickly give in. TrumpCo knew it would take longer than a movie screening, but in their minds the outcome was pretty much guaranteed. Punch Iran in the face, take the fight out of them, roll credits.

It didn’t help that it largely did work like that in Venezuela. That quick, limited, precise military operation only solidified their cinematic world view. Trump, on Fox News, even said, “I watched it literally like I was watching a television show. If you would’ve seen the speed, the violence…it was an amazing thing.” But Iran isn’t Venezuela. Everybody knew Iran would hit back. Well, everybody but the folks encouraging Trump to attack Iran.

Iran, predictably, did hit back. They hit everybody in the region who’d who’d cooperated with the US. Trump and his people were surprised. “They weren’t supposed to go after all these other countries in the Middle East,” Trump said. “Nobody expected that. We were shocked.” He went on to say, “Nobody, nobody, no, no, no. No, the greatest experts—nobody thought they were going to hit.”

The actual experts, of course, knew Iran would hit back. Actual experts assumed Iran would close the Strait of Hormuz. The actual experts understood the international scope of a shooting war involving Iran. The actual experts realized a war in Iran could/would lead to a global energy crisis that could/would result in fuel and food shortages in the US and possibly a global recession.

The problem with actual experts is that the Trump administration got rid of them.

TrumpCo, of course, doesn’t know what to do now. Hegseth apparently wants to keep bombing, hoping somehow that just a few more bombs will make all the difference. Trump is bored with the movie; it’s lasting too long and he’s not enjoying the plot; he’d like to just leave the theater. He’s bored with the movie and furious that he bought a ticket to begin with. He’s pissed and desperate and is flailing about wildly.

My biggest fear right now is that Trump, out of spite or because he has a child’s self-control, will decide to set fire to the theater.