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?