Why should he be worried about not having received the 2025 Nobel Peace Prize when he can stand in front of the world's television cameras, behind enormous letters that say "Peace 2025," while, one by one, he greets the twenty or so world leaders who come smiling and shake the hand he just shook?
If he already demonstrated at the UN that he is capable of addressing the world as if he were at his father-in-law's house, in the Israeli Parliament he spoke with his slippers on: "Hey, I have an idea: Mr. President, why don't you forgive Netanyahu? Cigarettes and champagne, who cares?" And in Egypt he psychoanalyzed himself in public: "I don't know why, but I like tough people. More than people who are easy to get along with. I suspect this must be a personality problem." The same problem that led him to say that he congratulated Netanyahu for not "continuing to kill, kill, and kill."
The lesson of these days is painful to accept: peace triumphs over war. "You are a very popular man, and you know why? Because you know how to win," Napoleon told Netanyahu. And where he says "win," he should say killing more than 60,000 civilians and leaving no house standing. Winning is the only reason to deserve respect, even though this popular man—"My friend Bibi"—is accused of crimes against humanity by the International Criminal Court. "Victory 45-47" is the name of the Trump colony, and world politics smells of it. And, no doubt enraged by the euphoria of his self-coronation, Napoleon fantasized for a moment about a peace agreement with Iran, and then corrected himself: "First we have to solve Russia. Let's focus on Russia first."
