We in Israel are all sharing a collective "Now what?" kind of moment. We sat here over the last few days wondering for whom to root in Syria. Okay, that's not really true - nobody was rooting for Assad; the man was a less competent clone of his father. Still, the rebel forces are no great shakes, either.

The hopes were between both sides evaporating in a puff of negative energy, and an excuse to crush Iran.

Don't think anybody had "Terrorist makes economic overtures" on their Bingo card.

For having expectations, I deserve to be disappointed.

I can't even say anything, because then I'm whining.

But I would have liked a little empathy.

It was wrong of me to expect any.

Expectations lead to disappointment. This is why I usually eschew expectations.

One gets what one deserves. Always. The calculus is perfect. So expectations are useless.

kacha.

So Mike Huckabee as Ambassador to Israel, huh?

Two thoughts:

He'll fit right in with the right-wing government here. His love of Israel is apparent and if a base of US support for Israel is a fundamental of the new administration, then if Orange Mussolini decides Israel isn't needed for his agenda anymore, it will become harder politically to kick us to the curb.

Second, it's now one person easier to find a Shabbos Goy.

I now know that leaf blowers and weed whackers are just as annoyingly noisy here on the Israeli Riviera™️ as they were back in Cleveland - even nine stories above the beach.

Also, good morning from Israel!