Hosni Mubarak Caged in Court | Would Netanyahu Follow?

Netanyau was on the deck of a small boat floating somewhere on the eastern Mediterranean Sea. Hours before, the Sixth Fleet evacuation of the Zionist leadership had been intercepted by an undisclosed party. As soon as the American vessel was hit, the Americans had moved Netanyahu and a few others into a small boat which was now moving as fast as possible away from the unexpected battlefield. The sea was too crowded; warships, aircraft carriers, transport vessels of all sizes and shapes created a colorful sight. In the chaos ruling the seas much was left behind, including Netanyahu’s personal guard. To some extent he thanked for that; the Shin Beth had shown twice in the past to be unable to protect prime ministers opposing its views, all others had survived.

Ignoring military common sense, Netanyahu lit a cigar and looked into the sea. It was too crowded, but there was nothing he could do. Right now he was the powerless symbol of the Zionist regime. As such, he was also the fat prize of every player in the battle. Saddam Hussein must have felt similarly, though he couldn’t enjoy this magnificent sea.

The attack took place next to a major island. Now, Netanyahu was watching it quietly; all other occupants of the boat were busy on its other side, facing the confused clash. Thus, he was the first one to notice a ship appearing around the island southern tip. There was nothing on it. Its decks were void of soldiers; its cannons were oddly quiet amidst a fierce battle. Finally he had found a worthy distraction; he didn’t want to think about his future right now.

Hosni Mubarak Caged in Court | Would Netanyahu Follow?

Literally out of the blue, the ship changed its route and faced Netanyahu. Was this an American commando rescue mission? The commander of the Sixth Fleet didn’t report to Netanyahu, so he couldn’t check that out. Tamir Pardo – Mossad’s Director and one of the invitees on the boat – had lost communications with the Mossad headquarters as Netanyahu had lost his to the IDF. Instead of warning the others about the new and silent player, he kept smoking lethargically. He missed Entebbe.

The new ship was surprisingly fast. Commando soldiers appeared on its deck seconds before Netanyahu’s boat was nudged. While the American soldiers protecting Netanyahu turned around and assessed the dramatically changed situation, the unidentified commandos surrounded the Zionist, deciding the struggle’s fate. The Americans could not shoot towards Netanyahu. Seconds later, the last was moved to the ship. Tamir Pardo was left behind, dead on the deck.

Everything was peaceful now. The other side of the island was idyllic; no one could guess its closeness to the still ongoing battle. The ships engaged in battle failed to notice the dramatic event; they wouldn’t engage in hot pursuit of the undisclosed party. Netanyahu had been locked in a small room with no windows. Only his watch helped him to track down the pass of time. After three days he realized the ship was taking a long detour. Otherwise they would have already arrived at what he guessed would be his final destination.

After midnight, the door of his room opened and he was taken out. The ship was near a deserted beach. Near it, Netanyahu recognized Gaza’s skyline. Once on the shore, he was taken in a surprisingly unprotected vehicle to another cell.

How long would he stay there? He didn’t have a clue. Next morning, he was taken out after a hearty Palestinian breakfast. A large vehicle waited outside the building. It had a large cage in its back, similar to the one provide to Hosni Mubarak during his trial in Egypt.

That afternoon, the trial began. In a smart move the prosecutors stick to international documents proving the crimes of Netanyahu and his government. This material was enough for convicting him of war crimes and crimes against humanity. In the crowd, a former Israeli refugee was taking pictures of the event and writing every word in his notebook.

A few days later, Netanyahu was sentenced to six million years in prison. “Do you have anything to say?” the judge asked him.

“It’s Hitler’s fault,” the clown cried.

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