Some men lie with such regularity that you almost begin to wonder if they ever drew breath without first scrutinising themselves in a mirror. Benjamin Netanyahu is, without a shade of doubt, one such man - an actor par excellence on the grand stage of world affairs, perpetually delivering the same tired lines from a tattered script first penned somewhere in the mid-1990s.
It does take a special brand of chutzpah (a
word I seldom use now, given its growing use as a euphemism for criminal gall)
to preside over a state that refuses to sign the NPT
(Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty), one that boasts a clandestine
nuclear arsenal the size of a medium-sized apocalypse, and then lecture
others on the existential dangers of nuclear weapons. Israel’s policy of “nuclear
ambiguity,” much like its prime minister’s moral compass, is less ambiguous
than it is incandescent in its hypocrisy.
The International Atomic Energy Agency,
that weary bureaucratic janitor of the global nuclear order, is granted
sweeping rights to inspect
Iranian facilities down to the last centrifuge gasket. But when it comes to
Israel? Silence. A policy
of “don’t
ask, don’t inspect.” And Netanyahu,
flagrantly standing atop this radioactive elephant in the room, has the
audacity to brandish cartoon bombs at the United Nations like a villain with a terrible
PowerPoint addiction from some James Bond movie!
And yet, for all his globe-trotting,
Netanyahu might do well to examine the festering
rot beneath his own polished shoes. At home, he faces corruption charges
that read like the rap sheet of a South American dictator - bribery, fraud,
breach of trust. His family’s
involvement is so deep that it makes one wonder if Likud’s official logo
shouldn’t just be a courtroom sketch. His
support among his own people, once so slavish that his name alone could summon
votes from even the comatose, is now dwindling, as even loyalists grow
weary of a man who treats democracy as a speed bump on the road to
perpetual power.
And let us not forget his spiritual twin
across the Atlantic, the peroxide-plated patron saint of populism. Donald Trump, a man who once recommended injecting bleach to
fight Covid and who thinks nuclear policy is something you outsource to
your son-in-law, and who
arbitrarily withdrew from the 2015 Iran Nuclear
Deal, remains Netanyahu’s greatest enabler. Together, they form a grotesque pas de deux of
demagoguery - one under indictment for corruption, the other a convicted felon.
Neither can spell “restraint,” but both
claim to defend civilisation!
Israel’s so-called “nuclear opacity” is now less a policy than a farce; it’s a diplomatic fig leaf so shrivelled and see-through that only Washington pretends not to notice. And yet it is Iran, not Israel, that is flogged, sanctioned, and threatened, despite not possessing a single nuclear weapon. It is like jailing someone for alleged intent while handing the actual thief a Nobel Prize for Peace in the next room.
It is perhaps the cruellest joke of our geopolitical age: that those with the most bombs and the least accountability are the ones preaching the loudest sermons on security. And Netanyahu - armed with his selective morality, his apocalyptic PowerPoints, and his unwavering belief that rules are for other people - has made himself the high priest of that hypocrisy.