I doubt if it will be long now before Yassir Arafat dies. Perhaps he will already be gone by the time you read this. If not hopefully it will come tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. In any case, that joyous day is coming soon.

I’m reminded of an old joke. Arafat is talking is a psychic and he asks her, “What day will I die?”

She responds by saying, “You will die on a Jewish Holiday.” “

Which one?” a nervous Arafat asks.

“It doesn’t matter,” replies the psychic, “Whenever you die, it’ll be a Jewish Holiday.”

Even if it isn’t in the next few days, we know that Holiday is coming sooner rather than later. If I’d had my way, it would have come much sooner, but it’s coming nonetheless. Arafat and those who’ve supported him and his cause will all be consigned to the fiery depths of hell.

Of course the real fun will start after the son of a bitch is dead: then the various factions among the Palestinians will fall in against eachother and they’ll be busy killing eachother for a bit. That wall of Israel’s is going to come in handy.

As the post-Arafat Palestinian territories descend into chaos various people will call for an intervention of humanitarian grounds. The President would be wise to reject any such calls: we should let every side lose. The more of eachother they kill, the fewer for us to worry about at some later date.

Twisted as they are by Islamist propaganda, I’m quite sure that the Palestinians will take to butchering eachother with as much enthusiasm as they used to kill Israeli children. So far as I’m concerned, they’re more than welcome to do so.

If I were the Israelis, I would respond to a post-Arafat civil war among the Palestinians by sporadically covertly assassinating leaders on both sides while using all of my intelligence assets to constantly convince each faction that all of the others were collaborating with me.

In any case, I’m counting the minutes.