There is a certain tragic comedy in watching a self-proclaimed master negotiator reveal, move by move, that he needs the deal more than the deal needs him.

I’m writing this on Monday morning, April 20 at 30,000 feet. Donald Trump sent his messengers to Pakistan without knowing if Iran shows up. There is no better way of describing and gauging this man’s weakness, than realizing “my pilot” may be mentally impaired after a night of boozing it up on Truth Social.

Donald Trump approaches Iran like a man pounding on a locked door and then announcing to the neighborhood that he is being invited in. He dispatches envoys to Pakistan, sets the stage, whispers about negotiations—and Iran has not even agreed to show up. This is not choreography; it is improvisation bordering on desperation. In the Middle East, where perception is currency and hesitation is weakness, you do not signal eagerness unless you are prepared to be toyed with. And yet here we are: America leaning forward, Iran leaning back, and the world taking notes.

There is a certain tragic comedy in watching a........

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