It is the best of times and worst of times for political commentary: Nearly everything has instantly become crystal clear.
There is still no reason to feel calm. As opposed to the army's promises that there will be a war, the prime minister said that in his estimation Israel is not near a war with Syria.
Barak and Ayalon's only position that we can therefore examine is whether they will join a government headed by Ehud Olmert. Even these local heroes of imaginary political science fiction will have to be exposed on that after June 12.
Very rarely have we seen a more hopeless battle for votes between high-level contenders. A desperate choice will be decided on Monday in the Labor Party, as well as in the elections that will follow in time.
From gunshot to gunshot the shelf is emptying. Soon enough, all that will be left is the empty bottle of Ehud Olmert.
In the name of God, Churchill once said to a British prime minister, in the name of God, go.
It is bizarre to think that after all the hoopla of the investigations, the ending could be so lukewarm, even if the report adopts a tough stance.
In a rapidly changing world, in which mass immigration has turned into a giant uncontrollable flow, fear forces France and Israel both to reexamine the most basic principles of the two republics.
Olmert is heading a zombie-party. His political partner, the Labor Party, has hit rock bottom. A storm roars all around him: A war gone bad, investigations of financial and sexual corruption in the corridors of power.
Israeli politics have already proven the degree to which they are controlled by Murphy's Law: Anything that can go wrong, will. That is how we must relate to the story of the settlement Homesh.