Peace Talks Failed 8,000 Miles Away While He Watched Men Hit Each Other

Now, I want to be fair. A man needs a night out. Even presidents. I understand that. I have worked a double shift on my birthday and then gone to a honky-tonk and I do not regret it one bit.

But.

While this man was sitting front row at UFC 327 in Miami — Dana White on one side, Joe Rogan on the other, Kid Rock somewhere in the vicinity doing whatever Kid Rock does at these things — there were American officials in Pakistan trying to stop a war. A war. That he started. That he announced in between posts about his enemies having low IQs.

Vance. Witkoff. Kushner. Sent to Pakistan. To negotiate. While he watched men punch each other in an octagon.

The talks failed, by the way. In case you were wondering how that went.

He walked around the cage before the fights. Got cheered. Shook hands. This was his first sporting event since the war started, which tells you exactly what kind of war this is — the kind where the man who started it is available for front-row seats on a Saturday night.

I have had customers in here who were waiting on word from overseas. Sons, husbands. They don’t get a cage-side seat with Rogan. They get a phone call if they’re lucky.

I’m not against fun. I’m against the specific kind of fun that involves Kid Rock and an octagon while your diplomats are failing in real time on the other side of the planet.

But what do I know. I just pour the coffee.

More coffee?