Talking While Iran Reloads: Why Negotiation With Tehran Is a Sick Joke

 

Talking to Tehran buys time for bombs and bodies. Ali Khamenei stalls, reloads, and kills. Every handshake funds terror. Delay equals disaster. President Trump must act now or inherit the blast.

The name is Ali Khamenei, and the system he runs isn’t misunderstood, mischaracterized, or unfairly judged. It’s violent, cynical, and soaked in blood. If that sounds harsh, good. Reality is harsh. Calling a hangman a tailor doesn’t make the rope disappear. From my TV, these so-called ongoing U.S.-Iran negotiations look like a bad joke told at a funeral. The anchors nod. The analysts hedge. The diplomats smile like dentists before drilling. Iran is “eager” to make a deal, they say. Of course it is. When the butcher asks for a timeout, it’s because the knives are dull and the customers are angry. Desperation isn’t virtue. It’s a symptom.

Khamenei’s regime has mastered one art form: delay. Delay inspections. Delay consequences. Delay collapse. Talks are their oxygen tank. They don’t negotiate to resolve; they negotiate to survive. Nuclear only, they insist. No missiles. No terror proxies. No money trail. No questions about the bodies cooling in the streets of Tehran, Mashhad, or Isfahan. That’s not diplomacy. That’s a shell game with a mushroom cloud waiting in the wings. I keep hearing that negotiations are “good,” even if they “might fail.” That line makes my teeth itch. Iran’s track record isn’t mixed; it’s consistent. Stall, cheat, deny, repeat. Centrifuges spin while diplomats spin words. When a liar tells you he’s lying slower this time, he’s still lying.

Let’s stop tiptoeing around the ugly part. Under Khamenei and his entourage of clerics, generals, and executioners, Iran is one of the world’s top executioners per capita. Protesters don’t get due process; they get bullets. Journalists don’t get rebuttals; they get cells. Athletes don’t get medals; they get silenced. After recent protest waves, hundreds were killed, thousands arrested, many tortured. Families bury children while state TV calls it order. That’s not stability. That’s terror with paperwork.

And while this bloodbath plays out, we’re told to stay calm because talks continue. I’m watching the nuclear clock tick like a cheap thriller prop. Inspectors warn. Analysts warn. Breakout timelines shrink to months. Months. That’s not enough time to argue about commas. Every meeting that pretends missiles and terror don’t matter is a coupon for catastrophe. Missiles deliver nukes. Proxies deliver leverage. Cash delivers all of it. Ignoring the delivery system doesn’t disarm the package.

We’ve been here before. When money flowed after past deals, violence followed. Oil revenue went up, rockets followed the curve. Hezbollah stocked up. Hamas tunneled. The Houthis fired. Iran didn’t reform; it reinvested. That’s not a theory. It’s a balance sheet. You don’t launder blood money by calling it humanitarian.

The defenders of endless talk sell fear of escalation like it’s wisdom. From my couch, it looks like cowardice wearing a lab coat. Escalation is already the business model. Iran chants “Death to America!” slogans, funds terror, plots abroad, and then asks for relief like a frequent flyer. Khamenei calls America the Great Satan and Israel the Little Satan, then demands respect at the table. The satire writes itself. You can’t shake hands with a fist that never opens.

Pressure, on the other hand, works. It always has. When sanctions bite, Tehran squeals. When force looks credible, Tehran recalculates. When force looks fake, Tehran advances. This isn’t ideology; it’s behavior. The regime understands power, not pleading. It respects consequences, not communiqués. Peace through strength isn’t poetry; it’s punctuation.

I’m told decisive action sounds reckless. What sounds reckless to me is funding the very machine that kills its own people and arms their killers abroad. Decisive doesn’t mean dumb. It means relentless pressure, credible force, and zero illusions. It means choking the cash, crippling the missile program, and making nuclear progress painfully expensive. It means backing the Iranian people with actions that weaken their jailers, not speeches that flatter them.

And don’t insult my intelligence with “nuclear-only” fantasies. That’s like treating lung cancer while handing out cigarettes. Missiles, proxies, nukes, repression—they’re one ecosystem. Cut one leaf and the vine grows back. Pull the root or stop pretending you’re gardening.

The TV keeps flashing warnings like hazard lights we refuse to read. Americans told to leave. Assets repositioned. Strategic ambiguity floated like cologne. Tehran hears it. The question is whether Washington believes its own posture or just likes the photo op. If you brandish a stick, don’t replace it with a feather mid-swing.

So here’s my unfiltered opinion, written from a living room, not a war room. Negotiating with Ali Khamenei’s regime as if it were a normal government is political self-harm. It sanitizes murder, subsidizes terror, and wastes time we don’t have. The talks, as framed, are pointless. They stall the clock and feed the beast. The smarter path is decisive pressure against a blood-thirsty regime that has earned zero trust in 47 years.

I’m not afraid of names. I’m afraid of consequences we keep inviting. Time is Tehran’s ally. Death is its currency. And every extra minute we pretend this circus is working is another body we’ll pretend not to count.

 

 

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