Name Your Price
So the big meeting between Russian officials and Hamas officials took place, and surprise, guess wot? Nothing, that's wot.You're not surprised? All right, you're not surprised.
Guess it just didn't work. Putin thought he'd pull some weight, get to look good by treating someone else's terrorist nice. Nice sometimes works. There was some talk about offering munitions to Hamas. But to get you've got to give, right? Hamas's spokespeople, those nice terrorists who haven't yet gotten around to blowing up any Russians, were obdurate, however.
So Vladimir, where do you go from here? Your so-bold initiative doesn't look very good from this vantage. You haven't, alas, garnered any international prestige from this effort. Darn, life is so unfair. You must have had some inkling, after all, you didn't appear yourself before the Hamas group, but gave that pleasure to a willing underling, right?
But there's nothing exactly new about Russian arms going to Palestinians, is there? The offer, one supposes, just wasn't sufficiently enticing. Might you be thinking of inviting an Israeli delegation next, to use your gentle, sauve persuasion that Israel pull back to original borders? From there the Israeli delegation can go on to Chechnya for some palaver with the noble insurgents there, to persuade them how nice a fella you are, and to bog off, right?
Hey, did the Hamas hierarchy kvetch about the stinginess of the Saudis in failing to bail? Well, the Iranian umbilical finances are still heartily in place, so there's some comfort there, though the blanket's getting a little threadbare, don't you think?
Oh, you didn't offer financial assistance to Hamas? Just didn't think of it? Well, did you think they like you so much they'd give you the honour of proudly informing the rest of the world that it took only a few kind words from you to turn these gentlemen around in their celebrated purpose of shoving Israel into oblivion?
Dumkopf!
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