Go read Bill­mon, please. I wish I were this smart:

And so the most promis­ing oppor­tu­ni­ties for a ratio­nal set­tle­ment have all passed us by. Instead of a mod­er­ate reform pres­i­dent and a group of ner­vous aya­tol­lahs anx­ious to cut a deal, Amer­ica now has Ahmadine­jad — and the dawn of what could con­ceiv­ably become an explic­itly fas­cist regime in Iran, or at least a very close sub­sti­tute for one.
The good news, such as it is, is that Ahmadinejad’s end-times ide­ol­ogy doesn’t seem to include any grand ter­ri­to­r­ial ambi­tions: no “Greater Iran” (Iran is already a greater Iran), no leben­sraum in the east. We also have time — time to see how things shake out, to see if the aya­tol­lahs can ham­string their trou­ble­some pro­tege, to see if the democ­racy move­ment can make a polit­i­cal come­back. Time for Ahmadine­jad to lose some of his pop­u­lar shine as Iran’s inter­nal prob­lems worsen. Time for our own hard­line war­mon­gers to be booted out of power.
But unfor­tu­nately, our divinely ordained pres­i­dent may not be pre­pared to wait (and the last sen­tence of the pre­ced­ing para­graph appears to be one of the rea­sons.) Which means at this point we prob­a­bly should be wor­ry­ing less about what hap­pened in Munich in 1938, and more about what hap­pened there in 1972, when the Ger­man police moved in and tried to dis­arm the ter­ror­ists.
Mul­ti­ply that car­nage by a thou­sand, or a mil­lion, and you’ve got more than a polit­i­cal slo­gan; you’ve got a war.