RUTHFULLY YOURS

None of my Jewish liberal friends — the few I have left — knows much about the Iran deal.  In fact, they know virtually nothing about it.  I have not heard one mention it voluntarily and when I have brought it up, keeping it low key to be polite  (I have long realized confrontation does no good),  they simply ignore what I’m saying or stare blankly as if I never spoke.I imagine Jewish liberal politicians like Barbara Boxer and Richard Blumenthal are pretty much the same way.  Only old Joseph Lieberman seems to have paid any attention and we all know he’s retired.

But then we can hardly blame them.  No one seems to know what’s in this deal, not even John Kerry who negotiated it. Or at least they say they don’t.

Unfortunately for me, unlike my liberal friends, I have been following along closely.  It gets quite dense, sort of like reading the minutes of the Wannsee Conference in Farsi.

But to make it easy for you, allow me to put it simply.  The Iranians made no concessions, only our side did, and we (especially the State Department) have lied continually to the American people about the extent of our concessions, most of which are hidden from view in side letters.  But even if that weren’t so — and it is — the basics are clear.  We have given Iran a  pathway to a plutonium bomb while entirely gutting any possible inspections regime. We did this by abandoning the promised anytime/anywhere inspections for some bureaucratic mishmash that will take anywhere from 24 days to a year (depending on whom you ask) and by collapsing on the so-called PMDs (possible military dimensions) of Iran’s previous nuclear program, so there is no way to prove what is new and what is not in the first place.  And to top it off, we have given the Iranians a signing bonus of 150 billion that, no doubt, will be used to finance either the Tehran branch of the Little Sisters of the Poor or another skillion mid-range missiles for Hezbollah.  You decide.

Oh, and by the way, if we or someone else suspects the Iranians of cheating, the deal decrees that it is only the Iranians themselves who  send us the putative evidence of their misdeeds.  We don’t get to go there personally.

Follow?  Well, you’re not supposed to.  You’re supposed to go off in a haze.  But it doesn’t take Donald Trump to realize this is a wretched, actually a crazy, deal.

But it gets worse.  And excuse me for going off into the fever swamps of potential paranoia here, but what follows is the reason I wrote this article.  I buried my lede deliberately because I have no evidence for it and because it’s so stupefyingly horrific that I can’t believe it, don’t want to believe it — and yet it rings true.  I received email from a blogger I respect with information he received that alleges one of the secret letters is far more disturbing than anything disclosed so far. This document pledges to Iran that should Israel attack her nuclear facilities, the UN and the U.S. will defend Iran against Israel.

Do I believe this?  All I can say is I wish I didn’t.  If it’s true, my world will have changed yet again. Given everything that has happened, the way this deal has been set, it’s hard to disbelieve it.  There may be, who knows, some ambiguous wording, some way both sides can interpret this document the way they wish.  But whatever is true, with this deal, we are back in Weimar, back at the Cabaret, my friend. Willkommen.   Only this time the final solution will be written in Farsi.  This song will have new lyrics: