All Pres. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad could manage on Apocalypse Day was to attack some Romanians.
Michael Totten (posting at Andrew Sullivan's place) was all ready to record his impressions of Tel Aviv being brought to its knees, but no luck.
Maybe Mahmoud's favorite windbreaker (I bet the linked one is the one he wears on his petite little frame) was at the cleaners? He had to call the whole thing off, you can't blow up bits of the Little Satan or the Great Satan unless you're wearing your trusty Members Only jacket.
I guess we'll have to wait another thousand years for the Hidden Imam to reveal himself, he'll wander the Earth unseen many more years due to the Great Occultation.
This was more disappointing (but in a good way) than the grosses this weekend for that mother%#@in' movie.
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