Right, so Benjamin Netanyahu thought he had found himself a loophole.

A nice little Lebanon-shaped loophole.

Trump’s deal, his Memorandum of Understanding with the Iranians could say what it liked. Trump could puff himself up at the podium like big orange balloon until he exploded. The diplomats could put on their grave and serious faces, shuffle some paperwork around like a BBC newsreader feigning interest in whatever drivel they’ve just spouted and pretend the region was being folded into Israel’s preferred order like some complex piece of genocidal origami.

Netanyahu had other ideas, because of course he did.

Lebanon was going to be the exception, the bit where he could carry on warmongering his weaselly black guts out. Nobody was going to stop him, or so he thought.

And then the incident Kfar Tebnit this happened ...