One clicks on the latest news from, or of, Syria with the greatest reluctance; this can't be good, it simply cannot be good--what fresh, sulfurous, diabolical news is this, and sure enough, it's always hellish.
The strangest bedfellows relentlessly emerge, and the latest from Syria is that our good friends the Qataris are smuggling to rebel forces shipments of heat-seeking, shoulder-fired, Chinese-made FN-6 missiles, which, say dyspeptic American officials, "could one day be used by terrorist groups, some of them affiliated with Al Qaeda, to shoot down civilian aircraft."
But friends are friends--Qatar is hosting Afghan peace talks; and besides, we've a military base there, which could come in handy when al Nusra starts shooting down civilian aircraft--so we must overlook their, uh, faults.
The latest news of Syria? Even weirder. In the House, the likes of tea-partying Michele Bachmann and Vermont's superprogressive Peter Welch have joined forces to inhibit the president's move to militarily intervene. (And even weirder is that Obama is probably privately rooting them on: "Would somebody please tell me I can't do this?")
The mere idea of a Bachmann-Welch alliance is creepy, but creepier still is that they're right. And the consequent thought of Michele Bachmann trumping Barack Obama in the logic department is at least borderline apocalyptic.