Under the Black Flag with Taki Theodoracopulos

Originally posted March 21, 2014.

I read Chronicles so as not to miss Taki’s prescient monthly columns. In The March issue, Taki tells readers, “Let’s face it: We’re in a mess as long as we refuse to deal with Iran, an ancient country that could solve all the problems of the Middle East and rid us of that terrible plague that is Saudi Arabia. Let’s start by telling Bibi to shut the hell up.” I would add that if America practiced a foreign policy of driving down the price of oil as far as conceivably possible, two of the biggest losers would be his highness Vladimir Putin and the Saudis. So why is America not bombarding our elected politicians in Washington to get on the oil price crash bandwagon?

From the top of the mountain that overlooks my Swiss chalet I can almost see Lake Geneva on a clear day, but thankfully, what I cannot see are the armies of so-called diplomats, flunkies, arms dealers, professional wallet lifters, con men, thieves, and men who have obviously been conceived by apes with a dose of the clap that go by the name of imams. They are all here polluting the base of the Alps on the pretense of finding a peaceful solution to the Syria problem, as likely an event to take place as Portnoy renouncing masturbation. It is a joke even to call it a peace process when Iran, the major power of the region, has been excluded but catamite so-called countries in the Persian Gulf are here in force. An even bigger joke is the Saudi-Qatari demand of the right to withdraw the legitimacy of the Syrian regime in favor of the mercenaries the two petrodollar exporters of Wahabi terrorism are financing. But as I write thousands of men are busy sitting at desks, translating texts, communicating with their governments back home, meeting nonstop with their own kind, and spewing out hateful rhetoric unheard of since the Nuremberg rallies. Although I write this on the second day of Geneva II, as it’s called, if it succeeds and peace comes to Syria, I will walk barefoot up Everest wearing only a jockstrap and obviously die of frostbite in the process.

In all my years of following Middle Eastern politics, I have never seen a more ridiculous situation, where the weak and the cowardly but extremely rich—the Saudis and Qataris—have managed to upset the whole balance of power once the military genius of George W. Bush offered them the opportunity by doing away with one of the few strongmen of the region who had managed to keep sectarian violence to a minimum. Everyone and his cousin who knew the difference between Iraq and Iran realized that once Saddam was gone the petrodollar pimps would flex their nonexistent military muscle. What was not obvious was that the pimps would use proxies, like Al Qaeda. The only man who stood in their way was Assad, and of course Iran was a problem, too, but that was quickly taken care of by our old friend Bibi Netanyahu, who for the hundredth time screamed wolf and got the Americans ready to nuke