Finish the job

As I said in a comment over at BCE’s joint earlier, I think it a felicitous and long-overdue development that the US and Israel have teamed up to render Iran’s primary nuclear-weapons development sites null and void. Mission accomplished, congrats, well done, good show, all that jazz…with one big, FAT caveat. Having hammered the nuke sites into harmlessness for the nonce, one more task remains: tracking down and reducing the Mad Mullahs to blood-soaked cuts of unpalatable meat, via similar death-from-above methods. Actually, in my estimation Iran’s weirdbeard fanatical jihadi dimestore dictators constitute the more compelling, critical, and productive of the two targets when we ponder their long-term theoretical impact.

After all, the Mad Mullahs were the primary impetus of the last forty or so years of the rise of global Moslem terrorism, ultimately responsible for the wanton slaughter of tens, perhaps even hundreds, of thousands of innocent civilians all over the world. Not to even mention the untold numbers of their own co-religionists unfortunate enough to be caught up in the jihadizealots’ orgiastic bloodfeast themselves—say, walking all unawares a bit too close to the car bomb as it goes off; sauntering casually along just a cpl-three feet behind the yodeling whackjob in a suicide vest just as the splodeydope yanks the det-cord which, in mere seconds, will launch him straight into the laps of those 72 virgins awaiting his arrival in Paradise;;gettting machine-gunned into kibbles ’n’ bits whilst enjoying a quiet lunch in the local pizzeria; being run over and pancake-flat by the crazed Pisslamic Allahpostle behind the wheel of a rented medium-heavy box truck careering wildly along a crowded city sidewalk, etc etc.

The Crackpot Right, as is their wont, are of course all in a dither over Trump’s needless War Of Choice against “our natural allies” in Iran, exacerbated greatly by the knowledge that the misguided atrocities were undertaken at the direct behest of his Israeli lords and masters, those damned pesky JOOOOOZ!!!

And just never you mind that effectively, Iran has been at war with the US since, oh, 'round about 1979, when the purblind chowderhead Jimmeh Peanuthead sat placidly back and offered not even a perfunctory objection to Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini’s ruthless coup d’état against the government headed im those days by Mohammed Reza Shah Pahlavi, in the wake of whose successful overthrow Khomeini's small revolutionary cabal went on to assume the customary role as dictators, wielding iron-fisted, unchecked control over what they were pleased to rename the Islamic Republic of Iran.

Yep, the Mad Mullahs have been waging war upon the Great Satan (for anybody who hadn’t already heard, that would be us) for a long, long time now—most of this broke-down old fart’s life, painful though it is to have to say so. The only problem is—and it’s a real head-scratcher, too—right up until Trump's Yuge Move on Iran a few days ago, the US, for whatever reason, seemed incapable of rousing itself to settle up with Iran by waging war against those Troglodytic camel-humpers.

Thanks to Jimmeh Peanuthead—still the undisputed title-holder of Worst US President Of All Time (the golden crown and jewel-studded Championship Belt remain securely Mr Peanut’s personal property, arguably on a thechnicality: as everyone belatedly admits at this point, dotard kleptocrat “President” Faux Jaux Bribem was never actually President, he just played one on TV, contra the days when circumstances required that his handlers brew up tthe needful recipe combinig prescription-only stimulants such as Dexedrine, wake-em-up, pulse-pounding, pupil-pinning, restore-revive-resuscitate blemded cocktail to be sub-cutaneously applied via hyperdermic syringe. once the lab rats had achieved the correct ratio of pharmaceuticals, street dope, and experimental extended-life yet to receive the official blessing from the FDA, Cadaver Jaux would be reliable reanimate his inert carcass without killing him in the bargain—a shot in the arm (in both the literal and figurative senses) powerful enough to get Auld Jaux up out of the sarcophagus and on his feet for an hour or so. The pathetically clueless Peanuthead having let it all slide back in ’79when it would’’ve been easiest to do something about the intolerable situation, the entire world has paid a terrible price ever since for Carter's inexplicable torpidity.

To hear ostensibly sensible Righties bitching a bagful today as regards Trump stepping manfully up—in stark contrast with the despicable, cowardly “if I pretend not to see it, maybe the monster will go away” approach his predecessors, a contrast which does The Donald proud indeed—simply because, y’know, IsraelIsraelIsraelJooJooJooJooJOOOOOOZ!!!™ just frosts my nuts no end. One can almost hear Trump asking himself, “Why hem and haw around ineffectually, the way we’ve done for way too long now?"

And the lone correct answer which isn’t in conflict with and doesn’t contradict or call into question said lone correct amswer begins to resonates in the American Presiden’t mind: Nawp, not on my watch. No more evasion, no more excuse-peddling, no more shirking of the CinC’s solemn duty, reinforced by the oath he willingly swore to that affect. That, rather than dishonor himself by exhibiting cowardice in the face of the enemy, he would depart from the usual dismal standard and instead take vigorous action in defense of his country and the lives of its citizens.

The time has come for me to rubble Iran's enrichment facilities, neutralize its lab techs, academics, and scientifiic research personnel—basically, anybody involved with designing, engineering, and assembling of an Iranian A-bomb. The slavering government officials and the senior miitary officers who vociferously endorsed the Mad Mullahs’ single-minded mania urging the Islamic rightful place alongside the world’s Great Powers must be dealt with also.

As Trump has so sagaciously, consistently, and unambiguously maintained from time immemorial, repeating this vow with passion and a heartfelt sincerity no honest person could deny: The United States of America shall NOT permit the Islamic Republic of Iran to obtain nuclear arms of whatever size, explosive yield, or technical advancement. Not this President, at any rate; not today, not tomorrow, not next week, month, or year. Not ever. Period fucking DOT, end of fucking STORY.'

The man ain't wrong in flatly denying permission to the Mad Mullahs, whether tacitly, under cover of a sly wink and nudge, nor open and explicit, with a bold as brass challenge-slash-demand of “So what? What are YOU going to do about it anyhow, you and your dickless chums at the UN?"

For that clear-eyed resolve if nothing else, the rest of the world should be thankful.