Chaos, Cruelty, Corruption.

Soroka Hospital in Beersheva is by far the largest hospital in the south of Israel, serving not only the city of Beersheva, but the entire Negev region, which includes the country’s large Bedouin population and the settlements overrun by the Hamas attack of October 7, 2023 which started it all. It is also the major training hospital for the medical school of Ben Gurion University of the Negev. It recently opened a new patient facility. It was hit last night with a missile launched from Iran. Apparently, the damage was serious.

In the meantime, my vision is of Donald John Trump, wearing a white t-shirt, blue shorts, no shoes, and a quizzical look on his face, sitting in a field of many petalled wild flowers, picking off the petals one by one, saying “I’ll bomb Iran. I’ll not bomb Iran. I’ll bomb Iran. I won’t bomb Iran.” On and on.

And I have a picture of Ayatollah Khamenei, in his clerical garb, with the face and expression of Alfred E. Newman, saying (in Farsi, of course), “What, me worry?” as he shakes in his clerical boots.

I have a picture of Virginia Senator Mark Warner, minority leader of the House Intelligence Committee, and Tulsi Gabbard, Director of National Intelligence, bonding with each other as founding members of the federal Order of Chopped Liver.

I have a vision of Benjamin Netanyahu dancing a traditional Israeli circle dance, in a deep bomb shelter  with no one else in the circle and with garlands in his hair, chanting (in Hebrew of course), “I’m saving my country. I am winning my war.”

I see Ted Cruz and Tucker Carlson yelling at each other: “You don’t know anything about Iran. “No, YOU don’t know anything about Iran.”  No, strike this paragraph, Arthur, that’s too absurd.

I see Putin offering to be the mediator and peacemaker, and Trump saying “That should work.”  And, in fact, who knows? It might work as well as anything else.

I see the son of the Shah of Iran, saying, “I am ready to take over the country. I know Iran. I was there as recently as 1979, when I was a teenager.”

I see the 10 million residents of Tehran, under orders from Donald Trump to vacate the city, each saying, “I have a cousin in Los Angeles who would love to see me. Does El Al fly there?”

I see 2 million people in Gaza who say, “Now that Israel is preoccupied, maybe we can once again……but first, a little food please. Butter, please. And guns.”

Meanwhile, what about me? I’m going to turn on Morning Joe and find out what’s going on in the world.

Chaos, cruelty and corruption