The Last Beard of Babylon: Why Khamenei’s Turban Is About to Detonate

Operation Rising Lion, Day [Whatever], Hour Who-Cares, because we are WINNING.

Well, it finally happened. The Islamic Republic of Iran – that charming, women-hating, missile-launching, hospital-bombing, 7th-century cosplay regime – just bought itself a one-way express ticket to the business end of the Jewish fist. Mazal Tov, Khamenei. You done did it. You bombed Soroka Hospital — a hospital. Not a weapons lab. Not a bunker. Not even a poorly disguised Hamas daycare center in Gaza. A freaking hospital, with babies, mothers, nurses, and yes, Arabs too — because unlike Tehran, we don’t sort our patients by religion, gender, or beard length.

Defense Minister Israel Katz didn’t just condemn this. He put it bluntly: We’re coming for your regime. Not with words. Not with the kind of strongly worded UN letters written by bored interns in Geneva. No. With actual, literal explosions. Buckle up, Supreme Leader, because we are about to destabilize your regime so badly, your turbans will be spinning like dreidels.

WHY? BECAUSE THE HEAD OF THE SNAKE NEEDS TO BE CUT OFF.

We’re done playing whack-a-mullah with your terror proxies. No more pounding Hezbollah in Beirut while you sip tea and stroke your revolutionary ego in a bunker ten stories under Tehran. No more letting your Houthis cosplay as rebels while they shoot $5 garage-built drones at billion-dollar oil infrastructure. No more excuses. No more “strategic restraint.” Israel is done nibbling at the tail. We are coming for the head.

And Khamenei knows it.

According to leaked reports (and by “leaked” we mean probably shouted by a guy outside his bunker), the Ayatollah is terrified. He’s in the worst mental state of his reign. Apparently, it’s hard to relax when your personal chefs have been vaporized, your intelligence chiefs are charcoal, and your own guards don’t trust you enough to bring you falafel without a Geiger counter.

Poor guy. You’d almost feel bad… if he hadn’t just targeted a hospital full of children.

THIS ISN’T WAR. IT’S PEST CONTROL.

We’re not fighting a “nation” anymore. We’re taking out a terrorist cult that accidentally inherited a country. Iran today isn’t Persia. Persia gave us Cyrus the Great. Iran gave us Khamenei the Greasy. One built the world’s first human rights charter. The other builds missiles and bullies schoolgirls for showing their hair.

This regime isn’t some majestic Islamic civilization. It’s a medieval death cult with Wi-Fi. They print Qurans by day and plot genocides by night. And now, thanks to Operation Rising Lion, their dreams are going up in smoke — along with their nuclear facilities, Quds Force commanders, and, soon enough, their Supreme Leader.

INTERNATIONAL COMMUNITY? HOLD MY KIPPAH.

Of course, France is calling for “restraint,” which is code for “please don’t bomb my Iranian investments.” The UN is holding emergency meetings about the Israeli response, because, as always, Jewish blood is cheap and Iranian concrete is sacred.

But guess what? This isn’t 1942. We don’t need FDR. We’ve got Bibi. We’ve got Katz. And we’ve got Donald J. Trump revving his metaphorical engine like a MAGA-wearing Samson with an F-35 in one hand and a baseball bat in the other.

And while we’re on the topic — let’s give it up for Trump, the Truman to our Churchill. While Europe whimpers in its own moral decay, and Canada elects Mark Carney (a.k.a. the human soy latte), America is still standing shoulder to shoulder with Israel like a pissed-off eagle riding a lightning bolt. Hallelujah.

NEXT STEPS: MAKE THE DESERT GLOW

Here’s what’s going to happen, and it’s not up for negotiation:

1. We destroy every nuclear facility the Islamic Republic ever sneezed on. Fordow? Gone. Natanz? Reduced to a flatbread.

2. We hit their command-and-control centers so hard the next Supreme Leader will be selected via Ouija board.

3. Khamenei gets a personal introduction to his 72 virgins — who, plot twist, all look like Golda Meir with attitude and a Mossad badge.

THE WORLD WILL THANK US. LATER.

Right now, they’re scared. But in five years, when Iranian women are voting in miniskirts and Baghdad has a kosher shawarma stand named after IDF Air Force Commander Tomer Bar, the world will say: “Thank you, Israel. We didn’t have the balls. But you did.”

We’re not in this for applause. We’re not in this for revenge. We’re in this because when missiles fall on our hospitals, when tyrants laugh at our dead, when the world wrings its hands — we get up. We fight back. And we win.

So yes, it’s time.

Take out the head of the snake. Finish it. Wipe the Ayatollah regime from the pages of history and let the future begin. No ceasefire. No deals. No diplomacy. Just justice — biblical, unrelenting, and powered by the Iron Fist of Zion.

Postscript:

Khamenei, if you’re reading this — and we know you are, from some damp rat-hole surrounded by trembling clerics and a PlayStation 2 hooked to a state-run propaganda monitor — just know: your end is closer than your last functioning missile. And when the lights go out, it won’t be a power failure. It’ll be us.

עם ישראל חי. And we don’t miss.