Trump’s Board of Peace: A Reality Show Masquerading as Diplomacy

Netanyahu gets his security blank check, Palestinians get erased, and Trump auditions for a Nobel while staging a distraction from Epstein.

Trump and Netanyahu walked into the East Room and declared history had just been made, though the only thing historic about the spectacle was the sheer density of delusion. Trump, in his usual stream-of-consciousness patter, proclaimed “eternal peace in the Middle East” as if he were pitching a timeshare. He thanked half the world’s leaders, bragged about moving the embassy to Jerusalem, drifted into a monologue about teleprompters, and then anointed himself chairman of a brand-new “Board of Peace.” You could almost hear the groan of the marble busts in the hallway, Woodrow Wilson is rolling in his grave, and even Kissinger probably spat out his soup.

The “deal” itself? A masterpiece of omission. Hamas, the actual party Israel has been fighting in Gaza for two bloody years, wasn’t invited to the party. Trump admitted it outright: “They were the one group that we have not dealt with. I have not dealt with them.” But never fear, he assured the world, “Arab and Muslim countries” would handle Hamas for him. In other words, he’ll outsource the central conflict to third parties and then slap his name on the plaque. Think of it as Trump University for peace processes: you pay up front, get a certificate, and the actual substance never materializes.