The primitive parts of my brain are beating the jungle-drums of dread, and while I don’t know exactly why this is, I’m old enough not to doubt my instincts.
It feels as if a particularly ominous alignment of events is upon us, almost as if the pieces of a gruesome puzzle are snapping together. Not even a week ago I posted “the grim arithmetic” in which I hypothesized a certain sequence of events — Iran attacks the US Fifth Fleet, which gives Israel an excuse to drop the bomb, which fails to topple the Persians, which triggers WWIII — and guess what?
Iran attacked the US Fifth Fleet in Bahrain
Official reports say the attack caused “massive destruction” but don’t mention lives lost. It bothers me that the Trump administration — which historically denies anything even remotely resembling failure — are publicly admitting that the Iranian drone attack “blew the hell out of Bahrain” unquote. The 2300 US soldiers who died in Pearl Harbor were avenged by the slaughter of 250,000 Japanese civilians three years later. But the US don’t need three years to execute the Manhattan Project. They already have The Bomb. Three years could be three days.
We all remember where we were twenty-five years ago. Trump remembers, and has lied and boasted about it ever since. The primitive parts of his brain are beating the jungle-drums of sweet revenge, insisting he might snatch victory from the jaws of defeat if only Bibi would do as he was told! Drop the bomb, Bibi! What are you waiting for?
Somebody knows. Somebody dropped $250 million USD overnight on a “hunch” that the price of oil was about to rise. This speculator stands to earn $3M for every dollar a barrel of crude rises. I mean, call me crazy, but a tactical nuke detonated over Tehran might cause a spike. The only question yet to be answered is who the canny investor might be, Hey, wouldn’t it be a fascinating coincidence if it was somebody close to Trump Inc., or (gasp) even a member of Donald Trump’s own family????
So we have historical precedent, political expediency, a rogue US President, possible insider trading, and an auspicious date. For once, I hope I’m dead wrong. No time for pictures, I’ve got to get this published before the Doomsday Clock strikes midnight. Which could be any minute now.