Right, so every launch, every flash, every flaming rocket put out in news clips or by the Pentagon or US Central Command is very deliberately put out there into the public sphere. It looks impressive, it promotes a sense of power, it lets you know who’s in charge when the good ol’ US of A is the one doing the shooting, all very flashy. Very presidential. Very “don’t mess with America.”For as much as such imagery makes for handy propaganda though, these missiles are not exactly infinite and the t...
Right, so every launch, every flash, every flaming rocket put out in news clips or by the Pentagon or US Central Command is very deliberately put out there into the public sphere. It looks impressive, it promotes a sense of power, it lets you know who’s in charge when the good ol’ US of A is the one doing the shooting, all very flashy. Very presidential. Very “don’t mess with America.”
For as much as such imagery makes for handy propaganda though, these missiles are not exactly infinite and the tangerine toddler has been spending them like water. They don’t just automatically replenish themselves because Trump snaps his fingers and bellows into a microphone for the hard of thinking MAGA crowd or if Pete Hegseth fixes his stares at a camera like he’s trying to intimidate a parking meter.
Every one of these things gets counted somewhere afterwards where there is no TV and no cameras and no adulation.
Inventory. Replacement. Production. Cost.
And that is where Trump’s stupid, unnecessary Iran war starts turning into something rather awkward for the people who sold it to the American people as an act of US self defence, because America’s defences are now significantly weaker than they were before.
Where the clips are theatrics, the inventory has to be replaced and that isn’t immediate, but it is very expensive. $2.5Billion expensive, but to listen to the bungler in chief who has blown the arsenal, you’d think the end of this story was a foregone conclusion.
So there it is. “The deal’s all signed.” The Strait is opening. Everything is moving. The great man has solved it. Everyone may now clap like trained seals for the greatest dealmaker that there ever was. Except it isn’t a deal and there’s nothing great about the orange bungler orchestrating this farce. A Memorandum of Understanding is just an acceptance of what the other side wants, not a deal that actually gets it.
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