Right, so South Africa has stomped back into the World Court, brandishing a big fat new dossier and accusing Israel of treating those three binding orders the court had imposed like so much junk mail that’s come through your door that you shove straight in the bin without reading: stop genocidal acts and incitement, let aid into Gaza, and maybe don’t flatten Rafah while you’re at it.

And as if Netanyahu wasn’t already sweating through his suit, Israel’s suppliers might soon find themselves yanked into the dock right alongside him, kicking and screaming or not.

And there he is, basking in his own adulation like a radioactive satsuma.

The head of Israel’s biggest supplier, generously reminding the world that Israel is basically propped up by his own two undersized hands.

Now Trump meant that as a flex, obviously. Look at me, ...