Dear Diary: Goodness gracious. Am I never to have an undisturbed breakfast ever again? No sooner had I put mouth to wholewheat honeynut Cheerios when my iPresidentophone burst into a rousing chorus of Hava Nagila.
"Good morning Netanyahu" I said, for it was he."
"Pay attention," Big Ears he said." I will not be repeating myself: " Don't you ever second-guess me on Hamas again, understood?" I did not reply, but made a throat-clearing noise that could be interpreted in any way a listener wished. And it bought me some time to fake a call drop-out. Scary man, that Bibi.
