Midnight Diplomacy”: When Talking Fails, B-2s Speak Louder

Well, folks—we officially gave diplomacy a shot. Sort of. Maybe for a few minutes. On June 21st, the U.S. finally decided to stop strongly worded letters and started dropping Massive Ordnance Penetrators on Iran’s nuclear sites like it was a clearance sale at the Pentagon’s Armageddon Aisle.

(For the nitpickers: the strike hit around 2:30 a.m. local time on June 22 in Iran—June 21 evening for those of us watching from the States. So yes, it was either Saturday night or Sunday morning depending on which side of the missile you were standing.)

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Was it justified?
Yes.
Did it feel inevitable?
Also yes.
Do I wish we tried just a bit harder to settle this with words instead of warheads?
Absolutely.
But here we are.

Let’s be clear—I don’t want Iran to get a nuke. Nobody in their right mind should. The last thing the world needs is the Supreme Leader with his finger on a red button while shouting “Death to America” at Friday prayers.

But here’s the problem with how we did it:
America skipped the movie trailer and just dropped the sequel. No Congressional debate. No UN vote. No televised speech where the president squints into the camera and says “we had no other option.” Nope. Just boom.

Now, credit where it’s due: The operation was militarily stunning. Stealth bombers, coordinated strikes, no American casualties, and—reportedly—devastating damage to the Fordow, Natanz, and Isfahan facilities. That’s surgical warfare with a sledgehammer.

But don’t let the clean headlines fool you. This wasn’t a one-act play. It was a curtain-raiser.
Because now Iran’s pissed. The IRGC is flexing. Proxies are yapping. And that Strait of Hormuz? It’s basically a sea lane with a “Kick Me” sign taped to it.

So, to the hawks: congrats on proving that bunker-busters can reach deep into mountains.
To the doves: sorry, the peace pipe was replaced by a Tomahawk. And to the rest of us—those stuck somewhere between “do something” and “don’t start a war”—we’re left wondering if there was ever really a diplomatic off-ramp… or if we were always just circling the runway until the payload was ready.

Don’t get me wrong. I support the mission. I support stopping a nuclear Iran. But I also support exhausting every ounce of diplomacy before we light up the desert.

Because if this turns into a full-blown regional conflict, we’re going to look back at June 21st not as the day we saved the world… but the day we detonated what little peace we had left.

Stay tuned, folks. This isn’t over.

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