I am tempted, and will not resist, to repeat the exceedingly bad taste joke concerning the last words of the mayor of Hiroshima, "Fuck me, what was that?" I am reminded of it by the mystery of 'The Bombers Who Never Went Bang in the Night!" Are you confused? Join the club!
A few weeks ago I caught a report on Sky News that the Israeli air-force had hurtled at high speed into Syria and blown ... er, something ... to smithereens. Quite what the 'something' was remains a mystery. The worst case scenario alleged that it was an embryo nuclear facility. So far so normal, and I awaited the usual 10 days of recriminations against Israel, outbreaks of paid-for-by-the-government demos on the "Arab street", the Syrian ambassador weeping buckets of crocodile tears at the UN and the 'usual suspects' in the West sounding more like Oswald Mosley than Oswald Mosley ever did. But nothing happened! The dogs not only failed to bark they didn't even whimper.
I refuse to engage in the mooted and desultory speculation that took place in Blogdom but the fact that Syria has kept as quiet as Israel is truly extraordinary. However, I am now slightly more encouraged with matters in the middle east. Last year's unsatisfactory shambles in Lebanon rather dented my admiration for Israeli ruthlessness and efficiency. As regular readers will know, I do not subscribe to the Zionist belief that they are entitled to a homeland but given the fact that they have nicked one right next to several existing and potential enemies of the west (ie, me!), I am prepared to support them to the hilt - er, the hilt of their sword, naturally. At least the Israeli air-force has lost none of its skills and the recent demonstration will not have been lost on the fanatics running Iran.