Naval gunfire is probably the easiest way to sink the ships. They’re not armed, so no need for a standoff weapon, the Sa’ar 5s have 76mm main guns that would do just fine for holing a merchant ship at or below the waterline. Failing that, there are always the Gabriel-II or Harpoon missiles. Air-delivered munitions are an extra expense, and the ships are already at sea. But let’s be honest, it’s doubtful the Israelis are going to sink anything. Sayaret 13 will be put on the boats (again) and the boats will be offloaded in Ashdod (again), the only question is how the marine commandos get on the boats. The “peace activists” have assured themselves that the days of being paintballed are over.

And in terms of choosing narrative over reality, our host is dead-on. I suppose it’s the nemesis of our civilizational hubris. People are divorced enough from reality that they have the option and resources to choose narrative over reality. This is not a new condition to humankind (e.g., “Let them eat cake”, a well-intentioned but ultimately fatal choice of narrative over reality), what may be new is the number of people that are in that class (no longer the dynastic nobility) and the number of people who aspire to that class and in solidarity, choose narrative over reality despite the fact that they lack the resources to make it so. Unlike the peasantry of old, all of those aspirational narrative-worshipers get to vote, and so here we are. I have to hope that this is a transient mindset for many of them, that the sudden imposition of reality will reawaken some dormant inner fortitude that will see them through an extended spell of reality such as transportation failures that result in “Big Box” stores being emptied and the reality that 96% of Americans are not in the agricultural field and live hundreds of miles from where most of their sustenance arises. Hopeful, but not optimistic.

With regard to the GOM spill and the frustration of Obama’s many and ludicrous diplomatic outreaches, I am reminded of the legless, armless John Cleese in Monty Python And The Holy Grail, insisting, “BUT I’M THE BLACK KNIGHT!”

The rest of us, who measure actions rather than words, are forced to respond with King Arthur’s line, “You’re a looney.”