Yesterday, alongside “The Donald,” Mr. “Bibi The Gen0c1d3” made sure to meet many of the most prominent members of the new U.S. Administration. Flanked by the new occupant of the White House, the tent-bomber reviewed a neatly arranged lineup of individuals who, in theory, wielded immense power, being ministers of a superpower’s key departments. But the posture of these supposed powerbrokers resembled that of schoolboys during a principal’s inspection: awkward, deferential, with dry mouths and obsequious bows.

The most Fantozzi-like of them all seemed to be the new Secretary of Defense, Pete Hegseth, who clumsily fawned over the guest—none other than the number-one client of his department, the seasoned end-user of U.S.-made bombs. The guest, unlike him, was far more at ease in those rooms, which he has frequented for decades with a boss’s swagger and a knowing smirk.

In any performance, it’s easy to distinguish the protagonists from the extras, just by looking at their faces. In this Washington spectacle, the division wasn’t just clear—it was surreal.

And just as surreal, after this meeting, is Trump’s proposal to carry out a neat ethnic cleansing of Gaza to build a glamorous Riviera in its place. It’s an idea so arrogant and childishly brutal in its shortcuts that it seems tailor-made to be met with universal scorn. It’s like a flashy, kitschy yacht designed to sink at the dock before it can even set sail.

In other words, the project is so unrealistic that it doesn’t even seem like a direct objective, but rather a bank shot to achieve something else. Trump’s lunatic Perestroika captures an Empire now fully committed to permanently upending the management of global affairs and rewriting an entire system of rules—many of which, we know, are already rigged.

What kind of order will emerge from this chaos? A renewed unipolar reaffirmation of Western imperial power? Or a new Yalta-style deal, carving up spheres of influence over the heads of billions?

In this game—just as we saw during his visit to Washington—there is an overbearing presence looming over everything: the Chief Genocidaire, who knows how to tantalize the business-minded vision of the new U.S. president. After all, a genocidaire is forever. Whatever the schoolboys and the Middle Eastern boss end up doing together, it will bear the heavy and indelible mark of a criminal ruling class. A compound too unstable to hold together for long.