Herr Bush's hejira to the Middle East

At the twilight of his presidency Herr Bush is setting off on a pilgrimage to the Middle East. First to Egypt to confer with Hosni Mbarak, the aging sphinx who will bring him up to snuff with his talks with Hamas which are not going anywhere fast. Then to see his old friends of the Bush tribe, the Saudi king Abdullah who may with haughty authority allow more oil to flow to relieve the suffering American motor car owners at the pump, but don't count on it without Herr Bush selling the country's jewels. And finally to Israel to celebrate the eternal warfare state of Israel's 60 year of existence. There at least he will be equally celebrated as Israel's best or bestest friend in the short life of the Zionist state. And he is, the record is there to confirm that. During his jaunt Herr Bush will spout nonsense about Hezbollah and Syria and Iran. A hollow drum he since he's constrained by his own stupidity in Iraq and Afghanistan from intervening yet again in the Lebanon's internal wars. A quick teach in here. Americans might not remember that this internecine and byzantine warfare is traceable partly to Eisenhower's meddling in the Lebanon by sending in US troops in 1958 to save his pal Michel Chamoun, at a moment when the shift in confessional balance of power would tilt towards the Shiites. And then there was Herr Kissinger's touch to soothe Syria for its lose of the Golan Heights by ceding Syria's overarching busy hand in the Lebanon. And then there's Israel mindless policy of waging war in the Lebanon ostensibly against the PLO but in reality for setting up a buffer zone in southern Lebanon for 18 years with his Christian allies, and which had the excellent result in strengthening Hozbullah which fought tooth and nail against the Zionists intervention into the Lebanon; in sum stoking the fires of heated nationalist which Iran greeted with a clam smile. So now Herr Bush is in the same continuum. He's a tin ear for foreign policy to say the least, and what's more he's pigged headed enough to commit the sins of the Bourbon kings who knew nothing and learnt nothing. Herr Bush is lucky enough he's leaving office with his head attached to his shoulders, and his brass balls greatly diminished.