So much for the peace president.

Donald Trump, the self-anointed anti-war messiah, the man who puffed up his chest and barked through every rally about how only he could stop World War III—has now done the one thing he screamed Kamala Harris would do: he bombed Iran.

This is the same man who claimed that avoiding war was “easy.” That under him, America would stop being the world’s police. That Biden was a warmonger, that Harris would nuke the planet by breakfast, that only Trump—our orange dove of peace—could save us from the global inferno.

And now?

Now we get the reports that American bombs have fallen on Iranian soil. People are dead. The region is destabilized further. And all of a sudden, the cult who once crowed about Trump’s restraint have entered their latest phase of reality distortion: creative justification.

They don’t support war, they say. No, no—this was surgical. This was self-defense. This was about sending a message. This was preventing a bigger war.

Funny how the excuses pour in when it’s their guy dropping the payload. If Biden or Harris had done this, they’d already be painting mushroom clouds behind her in their Facebook memes.

What happened to “America First”? What happened to “end endless wars”? What happened to all the chest-beating about not being like every other president with a drone joystick and a God complex?

Trump didn’t bring peace. He brought performance art. A four-year cosplay of non-intervention while selling weapons to Saudi Arabia and whispering sweet nothings to dictators. His “peace” was never about human life—it was about ego. It was about not wanting to look like the bad guy, not about not being the bad guy.

Notice, of course, Congress was not involved in this decision. No pause to try for diplomacy as Trump promised was actually taken. This entire operation and the hell it has likely started in the region was communicated with a post to Truth Social.

This fucking clown is essentially tweeting policy.

And his cult—oh, his loyal, glassy-eyed foot soldiers—will follow him straight into the bunker, grinning through the cognitive dissonance. Yesterday they screamed “No More Foreign Wars!” Today they’re screaming “They Had It Coming!” Tomorrow they’ll scream “Fake News!” when the bodies pile up.

Because it was never about peace. It was never about principle. It was about rage. Rage at anything foreign. Rage at progress. Rage at anyone not white, straight, and loyal. Trump was just the vessel. And now that vessel has dropped bombs on Iran and shattered whatever illusion was left.

So let’s be very clear: Donald Trump just proved he is not the peace president. He is not some master of restraint. He is not different. He is not better. He is just another coward with bombs, hiding behind flags and slogans while real people bleed.

And if you’re still cheering, still justifying, still twisting yourself into moral knots to defend this—you were never anti-war. You were never about peace.

You were just looking for a war you liked.