A mightty blow by its very nature carries its own defense along with it.
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The United States could have, SHOULD have put the hammer down when the evidence of Iranian involvement in Iraq became undeniable. A one-night series of special ops strikes across the border, an errant CBU across a missile or fuel staging site... anything that says “Back the f-— up!”, as that is the language that Ahmadinnahjacket understands.
God bless the Israelis. Six days, bitch.
I don't think so.
In these resonant days around Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur, Israel has closed a terrible circle with the death of Assaf Ramon. Nobody beyond these borders, however familiar with Israel, can have quite understood the extent of the grief here at the loss of the stellar son of our meteoric astronaut. This was not some mawkish outpouring of melodramatic emotion. This was, rather, an expression of both personal shock and collective heartbreak for his family. Assaf Ramon was the scion of a national hero, Ilan Ramon, who was an exemplar of courage and skill, morality and humility -- our highest aspirations. Assaf had begun to inherit that mantle. And now he had been downed and shattered. Twenty-eight years ago, Ilan was the last in the line of Israel Air Force bombers to fly low over Osirak and destroy Saddam Hussein's nuclear reactor there.