Thanks to MEMRI, we non-Arabic–speakers have all this and
more on tape. At one point, Mr. March 8 Movement becomes so enraged he is no
longer able to hold his water—literally—and splashes it in the face of the
Sharon-loving, Condi-kissing, collaborationist, Mr. March 14. He douses his
host, too, whose only (apparent) crime is the immense ludicrousness of trying
to force the pair to shake hands.
This would be very amusing—a pox on all your houses,
whatever your dates—if the apparition of our new secretary of state, John Kerry,
weren’t hovering over the proceedings, and any others involving the Middle
East—in particular Syria, and what to do about his dear
friend the Butcher of Damascus—like a fog of grease in an unvented kitchen. “This
is a complicated time in the world,” he said just
the other day, and so it is, indeed. Still, “We’re taking a look at what steps, if any, diplomatic
particularly, might be able to be taken in an effort to try to reduce that
violence and deal with that situation.”
Been down that road so long, it looks just like Hizballah hell to me. But he’s secretary of state, and he’s a foreign policy expert, and he’s married to Heinz Ketchup, so what do I know?