Reviling Peace. Hating Iran. Heating Hebron. Bibi As A Bitter Old Man

[Purveyor]

I've found myself spending a lot of time lately thinking about Benjamin Netanyahu. I can't help it. He runs my life. And not well.

By Bradley Burston | Sep. 24, 2013 | 6:30 PM

Even when I look for an escape – to the local book store, say - I find that I can't get away. For example, when I looked at the store's prominent discount display of Fiction and Children's Books, the first work I saw there, bearing a large Fiction sticker, was "Start-up Nation: The Story of Israel's Economic Miracle."

Which brings us back to Bibi. And the idea that if you don't keep up with the times, the truths you may fervently believe to be eternal, may very soon deserve the designation Fiction.

This month, Benjamin Netanyahu made it official: Nothing has changed. Nothing will change. Not in Tehran, not in Hebron. Nowhere. Not on his watch.

On the nuclear front, rather than wait and see what new ground Iranian President Hassan Rohani might break in a visit to the United Nations this week, Netanyahu chose a truly inauspicious time to shelve himself near a copy of The Emperor's New Clothes:

Setting out sweeping conditions which Iran will certainly reject, and which even friends of Israel may view as intentionally unrealistic - conditions far beyond the "red line" he drew at the United Nations a year ago - Netanyahu told his cabinet:

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[Fantastic Anarchist]

1. Go home, Bibi, you're drunk.