The Syria Game

What can we do, what can we do?

Just as The warriors had come close to finishing their scripts for a pre-emptive war in Syria, along comes Russia. Their offer to the world was wonderfully crafted and timed—we (the Russkies)  have proposed to Syria that, if they turn over control of their chemical weapons and stockpiles to an international commission and make them available for subsequent destruction—the West (read the United States) will not commit an act of war against Syria.

Well what about them apples?? And surprise, surprise . . . Syria has now accepted.

One can almost see the balloon tires of the Obama-Kerry-McCain Express bus deflate on the way to the airfield.

I can almost hear in the distance the screams of anguish and the mutterings of the pro-warriors as they canoodle amongst themselves and to the Media about how Syria and Russia are both dissembling, and how Syria will never give up its stockpile, and how, if we fail to act now . . . immediately if not sooner, we will have lost all credibility (as though we had any).  All this makes me wonder which American chemical companies are the chief suppliers of Syria’s current stockpile and which companies are right now maneuvering behind the scenes with Assad to assure him that, no matter what, his stockpile will be replenished.

It’s like some great game of four dimensional chess, in which Russia just announced checkmate, and we are yelling that we will undo their checkmate move next week with an even better checkmate move of our own.

This would all be really fascinating were it it not for the fact that, regardless of what we do, or the Russkies do, or the French do, Assad will continue killing his people. And that if he somehow loses control and thereby his ability to kill his people, the main opposition will figure out a way to continue the killing, cuz once it’s started it’s really hard to stop.

And all we can do is to watch the Media feeding frenzy over each move made by one side or the other. The Media loves all this gamesmanship. Great for the ratings . . .

PS

Makes me wonder also whether anyone is now busily readying a hotel room next door to Mr. Snowden, to receive Mr. Assad when he finally leaves on his private jet to Moscow.