Fetterman Only Dem Who Opposed Party’s Iran ‘War Powers’ Push
WASHINGTON, D.C. — The bipartisan consensus on U.S. foreign policy in the Middle East saw a rare alignment on Wednesday as Senator John Fetterman joined Republicans to reject a Democrat-led attempt to limit the President's war powers. While his colleagues argued for constitutional oversight, Fetterman adopted a hardline stance, urging the military to continue its pursuit of the Iranian leadership.
Fetterman’s "Peace Through Elimination" Stance
Appearing on CNN, Fetterman dismissed the need for a ceasefire or legislative restraint. "Just keep killing them until they’re gone," he told Kate Bolduan, referring to the remnants of the Iranian regime.
Targeting Successors: Fetterman argued that strikes should continue until Iran selects a leader who chooses to "coexist in peace" and stops attempting to "destroy Israel."
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Nuclear Ambitions: He characterized the destruction of Iran’s nuclear infrastructure as "entirely appropriate," especially following reports that Tehran had hidden enough uranium for 11 nuclear bombs from international monitors.
The Successor Hunt: Mojtaba Khamenei
The vote occurred amid chaotic reports from Tehran regarding the Assembly of Experts.
The Assembly Strike: An Israeli airstrike reportedly struck the building where officials were meeting to vote on a successor to the late Ayatollah.
Mojtaba Khamenei: While international reports suggest Khamenei’s son, Mojtaba, was chosen on Tuesday, Iranian state media has yet to confirm the appointment.
Israel’s Warning: Israeli Defense Minister Israel Katz issued a chilling ultimatum on X, stating that any new leader—regardless of name or location—is an "unequivocal target for elimination."
The "Regime Change" Debate
A rift has emerged between U.S. and Israeli objectives regarding the final outcome of the conflict:
The Israeli Goal: Defense Minister Katz explicitly stated that "crushing the regime's capabilities" is intended to create conditions for the Iranian people to overthrow the government.
The U.S. Goal: While President Trump has encouraged Iranians to "take over" their government, Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth and Secretary of State Marco Rubio have maintained that the mission is strictly limited to eliminating nuclear and missile threats, not "nation-building."
Senate Dynamics
The resolution’s failure was expected given the GOP's near-unanimous support for the war. However, the vote was notable for its outliers: Fetterman was the only Democrat to oppose it, while Senator Rand Paul (R-KY) was the only Republican to support it. Pennsylvania’s junior senator, Dave McCormack (R), also voted against the resolution, aligning with the Trump administration’s assertion that the mission must remain "unabated" to prevent an even more extreme successor from taking power.
My Husband Left Me in Rags for His Mistress. He Didn't Know My Billionaire Father Owned the Gala.
He took his mistress to the most prestigious gala in the city and left me standing in an old evening dress, then looked me in the eye and said, ""You'll only embarrass me."" He thought humiliating me would be the end of the story. He had no idea that one phone call I'd kept hidden for three years was about to shake everything he had built.
""You really planned to wear that?""
My husband's voice drifted up from the front entrance, cold enough to make my hands tremble. I stood frozen in front of the bedroom mirror, staring at the navy dress I had treasured since before we got married. The fabric was still elegant, but time had begun to show along the sleeves. I smoothed them anyway, hoping they looked less obvious.
Outside, Spencer Reed stepped out of his black SUV looking like the perfect CEO, every inch polished and confident. From the hallway, I heard our housekeeper, Mrs. Evelyn, gently ask if she should tell me it was time to come downstairs.
""There isn't any reason,"" Spencer answered without hesitation. ""Paisley's coming with me.""
His words hit harder than a slap.
I walked to the window and watched him adjust his cuff links without even glancing toward the house. Three years of marriage... and somehow I still kept convincing myself that if I stayed humble enough, patient enough, invisible enough, he would eventually love me.
I was wrong.
The sound of high heels echoed through the marble foyer.
Paisley Dawson slipped beside him wearing a shimmering gold gown that looked like it belonged on a magazine cover. Around her neck sparkled a diamond necklace that cost more than I had probably spent on myself during our entire marriage.
She smiled sweetly before looking me up and down.
""So... you're the wife.""
Her eyes paused on my worn sleeves, and she laughed softly.
""Now I understand why Spencer never brings you anywhere.""
I waited.
Surely my husband would say something.
Anything.
Instead, he smiled at her.
""You look incredible.""
The room suddenly felt colder.
Paisley rested her hand possessively on his arm.
""The Apex Group charity gala isn't a place for someone dressed like... that,"" she said. ""Tonight will be filled with CEOs, senators, investors—people who actually matter. You'd only make Spencer look bad.""
Every word was carefully chosen to wound.
I turned to Spencer, refusing to let them see the anger building inside me.
He didn't defend me.
He didn't deny her words.
He simply offered Paisley his arm.
""We're late.""
That was all.
I stood silently as the front door closed behind them. A few seconds later, the SUV disappeared through the gates, its taillights fading into the evening.
Mrs. Evelyn quietly walked over and touched my arm.
""I'm so sorry, Mrs. Reed. Would you like me to make you some dinner?""
I forced a faint smile.
""No... thank you.""
I climbed the stairs alone and shut the bedroom door behind me. Through the window I could see the skyline where tonight's gala was already beginning, lights glowing above the city like another world I was never meant to enter.
Then my phone vibrated.
A message.
Unknown number.
When I opened it, my stomach dropped.
It was a selfie from the back seat of Spencer's SUV.
Paisley leaned against him with a smug grin, flashing a peace sign while Spencer's reflection appeared beside her in the window.
Below the photo she had written:
""By the time tonight is over, he'll belong to me completely. Have fun waiting at home.""
I didn't cry.
Instead, I walked to my vanity, opened the lowest drawer, and pulled out a small red velvet box I hadn't touched in three years.
Inside rested a SIM card.
The one I promised myself I'd never need again.
I slipped it into my phone.
Only one contact appeared.
Dad.
My thumb hovered over the screen before I finally pressed Call.
One ring.
Two.
Three.
Then I heard the voice I hadn't allowed myself to hear since I walked away from my family.
""Phoebe?""
His voice sounded older... but the concern was still there.
My throat tightened.
""Dad...""
For a moment I couldn't speak.
Then the words finally escaped.
""I want to come home.""
Silence.
Long enough to make my heart pound.
Finally, my father—Raymond Harrell, the billionaire whose name could open almost any door in the country—answered with a voice trembling from emotion.
""My little girl...""
Another pause.
""I'm coming to get you.""
In that instant, everything changed.
Spencer believed tonight would elevate his empire.
He had no idea the most powerful man he'd ever unknowingly offended was already on his way.
