The Temptation of Saint Anthony

Just as Lord Mandelbrot the Infinitely Recurring was uniquely qualified to deal with the Trumpster administration, so there is Another who is uniquely qualified to conduct the Palestinian Untermenschen unto their tranquil bantustans. Lord Mandelbrot was best pals with the Trumpster's favourite child sex trafficker, and his record as a leg-humping courtier to the squillionaire class spoke for itself. Similarly, the qualifications of the Blessed Tony to oversee the next stage of the final solution to the Palestinian problem can scarcely be gainsaid. His fawning relationship with the alcoholically demented chimpanzee whose handlers invaded Afghanistan and Iraq was an ideal preparation for an equally dignified relationship with the equally nominal US leader whose every thought and whim is defecated into his cranium by a rabid radioactive head-tribble. His reverence's record of bringing profit to the right sort of people has earned him a high standing with numerous dictators, despots and head-choppers; and according to Britain's leading liberal newspaper he is resented "broadly across the region for his role in backing the 2003 US invasion of Iraq," which translates into Oldspeak as "despised for wading enthusiastically into the blood-baths of Afghanistan and Iraq, but only among the little people." Searching for a bright side, a few diplomats were diplomatic enough to reassure the sceptical that his reverence's throne was by no means entirely assured, and that it might in any case take as little as two years for the position to gain him sufficient financial advantage.