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Cement barriers, stanchions, cop cars, motorcycles, black SUVs, flashing lights, bullhorn warnings to move to the side or else, mean-looking dudes in dark suits, dark glasses and talking into their cufflinks, a hobbit named Sarkozy jogging in Central Park to the exclusion of the rest of us, African dictator kleptocrats emptying jewellery shops on Fifth Avenue, Netanyahu walking down Park after the residents of that street had been removed — that was the Big Bagel last week when the zoo that’s the UN Security Council came to town.
The hate fest rolls on, fuelled by the arrogance of our supposed leaders and the reluctance by the hacks to call a spade a spade. African dictators who murder their subjects and keep billions abroad have no right to police escorts in civilised societies, yet that’s what they got last week. Uncle Sam’s pet, the Israeli Prime Minister, brings Avigdor Lieberman with him, the latter on record advocating ethnic cleansing Palestinians from their rapidly diminishing lands. The ex-nightclub bouncer was an eyesore, worse than the hobbit jogging in shorts. After the freak show I did have trouble sleeping knowing the world is such a malevolent place.
Yes, the hint was dropped. Israel might go it alone, with a nod and wink from Uncle S. So, the historian that I am asks you: when was the last time Iran attacked a foreign country? Around 480 BC I’d say, give or take a few decades, until the great Kimon cleared the Greek islands from their plague. What about Israel? Around 2006 and as recently as 2008 would be an accurate assessment. Oh well, Iran talks tough for internal purposes, so it should be bombed.
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