I’m sorry, but I just don’t buy the hype around Trump’s “diplomacy” to end the Russo-Ukrainian War. He’s “role-playing” and enjoying every minute of it, reveling in the attention and adulation while he snickers in private about how Zelensky and the European allies kiss his fat posterior.
The positive appraisal of yesterday’s White House meeting is a spin about nothing. The Wall Street Journal never disappoints in its ability to twist reality into excuses for Republican orthodoxy; read “Trump’s Stunning Foreign Policy” by Walter Russell Mead and the editorial “Trump Gets Real on Ukraine’s Security,” August 19, 2025, and tell me that there is real substance there.
Whatever happened yesterday is subject to change depending on whom Trump talks to last. The redline for a cease-fire disappeared after he talked with his pal Vladimir. Would you accept Trump’s promise to guarantee Ukrainian security? Ask Trump’s New York business associates if they would accept his IOU. Ask yourself also whether you believe Trump is really an honest broker; will he not defer to the Russians and sell out the Ukrainians to get a peace deal? He needs to be reminded that Neville Chamberlain never got the Nobel Peace Prize.
And don’t forget, by insisting that Zelensky work things out with Putin is like asking him to sit down with Hannibal Lector. There can be no trust, and the prospect of Ukraine being eaten by the Russian bear is frighteningly real.
Forgive me for being skeptical.