Our Guys Pulled Off a Rescue Inside Iran and He Celebrated By Calling Them 'Crazy Bastards' Again

Now I want you to imagine something with me. You’ve got a man trapped in a burning building. A team of good people risk life and limb to go in and pull him out. They make it. Everyone’s alive. There’s a moment right there — a real moment — where you could say something decent. Something that honors what those people just did and maybe, just maybe, keeps the next conversation from going sideways.

Instead, you pick up your phone and start cussing.

That is what happened yesterday.

U.S. forces went into Iran — into Iran, sugar, the country we are actively at war with — and brought home the crew of a downed F-15. That is a hard thing done right. That deserves something better than what it got.

What it got was another expletive-filled post calling Iran’s leadership “crazy bastards.” Again. Same words. He finds a phrase he likes and he rides it like a rented mule. He brought Allah into it again too, which I’m starting to think is just something he does now. And he threatened to blow up their energy infrastructure — power plants, oil, the works — while diplomats are in the middle of trying to negotiate something.

Not before the negotiations. Not after. During.

You know what that’s like? That’s like walking up to two people trying to shake hands and kicking one of them in the shin. Not helpful. Not strategic. Just an active impediment to the thing that might stop people from dying.

I’ve worked double shifts. I’ve dealt with tables that refused to leave and a cook who called in sick on Saturday and a grease fire that one time I don’t talk about. I have kept my composure through a lot.

But I will say this: there is a time to post and a time to sit down and be quiet, and knowing the difference is the whole ballgame.

You need anything else, or are you just going to sit there thinking about it?