Blame it on the Bossa Nova!
In the recent statement of Netandbunghole in which he claimed that Iran now has missiles that can reach the United States possibly with nuclear warheads. In his statement he mentioned Miami, and Mar a Lago as potential targets. He wasn’t joking.
I immediately thought that he was sending a signal of an impending false flag attack by Israel which would be blamed on Iran. I had a dream last night about it.
It doesn’t have to be a missile. It doesn’t have to be a large nuke. It could be a tactical nuclear weapon aboard a boat or yacht. Think about it. Miami. Sure has a lot of boats/yachts.
Just cruise into Port Miami, and on into Dinner Key Marina, the largest marina in the U.S. Set the timer on the nuke, and cruise out on another boat. BOOM! Goodbye Miami. Blame it on Iran. Full scale war.
The Zionists would be dancing in the streets of Tel Aviv. The warmongers here in the U.S. would be gnashing their teeth screaming for vengeance against Iran.
I really don’t put it past the Zionist regime in Israel to do such a horrific thing. Look at all the false flags and atrocities that Israel has committed in the past.
Here’s the beginning of a short story: The first sign was the light. It wasn’t the gentle gold of a Florida sunrise, but a sudden, silent, searing white that bleached the world of all color and shadow. For a fraction of a second, the turquoise water of Biscayne Bay, the pastel art deco hotels of South Beach, and the gleaming skyscrapers of downtown were rendered in stark monochrome.
Then came the sound—a pressure wave that was less a noise and more a physical annihilation of silence, a roar that started in the bones before it reached the ears.
The fireball over the Port of Miami didn’t so much rise as it unfolded, a miniature sun blooming with a terrible, beautiful indifference. The shockwave raced outwards, turning steel and glass and concrete into a storm of shrapnel. The iconic cruise ships, floating palaces of leisure, were tossed like bath toys before being consumed.
In a secure bunker in Tel Aviv, within hours of the screens filling with the hellish glare, a statement was issued. It was direct, unequivocal, and delivered with the cold precision of a scalpel.
Mossad, the statement claimed, had irrefutable evidence. The weapon was a low-yield, tactical nuclear device of Iranian design. The delivery system: a cargo container aboard the MV Sea Nymph, a rust-streaked freighter that had sailed from Bandar Abbas two weeks prior.
The world convulsed. Washington, reeling and leaderless from the decapitation of its southern command and the vaporization of a major city, thrummed with a fever for retaliation. “Iran must pay!” echoed from the halls of a damaged Capitol. Satellite images, helpfully “leaked” by Israeli intelligence, showed the Sea Nymph’s documented route. The narrative was clean, logical, and perfectly tailored to a global psyche screaming for a culprit.
Only, the pieces didn’t quite fit for a small, dogged team at the National Maritime Intelligence Center in Suitland, Maryland. The lead analyst, a woman named Chloe who hadn’t slept in 48 hours and ran on cold coffee and dread, kept circling back to one anomaly.
“The Sea Nymph,” she said, her voice raspy, pointing to a logistics map. “It docked in Haifa for thirty-six hours before it crossed the Atlantic. Standard port fees, a crew change logged. But the Israeli leak… it skips that. It shows the ship going from Iran directly to its Mediterranean transit.”
Her supervisor, a haggard man with the weight of a potential world war on his shoulders, shrugged. “So they missed a port call. It’s chaos.”
“It’s not a missed port call,” Chloe insisted, pulling up another file. “It’s a surgical edit. And look at the container manifest from Haifa. They offloaded machinery parts. The weight distribution for the vessel after it left Haifa… it’s off by several tons. As if they swapped one heavy container for another.”
The theory was insane, a political impossibility. But in the shadow of a nuclear wasteland, the impossible had become the new normal. Quietly, using back-channels and calling in favors from allies who were equally terrified of a nuclear exchange, a joint US-UK forensic team was granted clandestine access to the Haifa port records and, more crucially, to the security footage the Israelis had not “leaked.”
The footage was the smoking gun. It showed the container—the one identified by its serial number as the weapon’s carrier—being carefully unloaded from the Sea Nymph in Haifa. It sat in a secured area for a day. Then, in the dead of night, an identical container, bearing the same serial number, was loaded back onto the ship. A perfect sleight of hand.
The device that detonated in Miami was not the one that left Iran. It was a twin, planted in Haifa.
The motive was as chilling as it was brilliant. Israel, facing a rising tide of international pressure and internal dissent, had manufactured the ultimate casus belli. They had taken a calculated, monstrous gamble: sacrifice a distant city to unite the Western world, and more specifically, the American military juggernaut, in a final, decisive war against their existential enemy. They would rid themselves of Iran and secure their dominance for a century, all by framing the victim for an atrocity they themselves committed.
When the evidence was laid before the President in the Situation Room, the silence was heavier than any bomb. The revenge he had been ready to unleash was now a geopolitical abyss. To reveal the truth would shatter NATO, destabilize the entire globe, and show America’s most powerful ally in the region to be a rogue state capable of the ultimate betrayal.
Miami was a tombstone, but the epitaph would never be written. The official story would stand, for now. The lie, having already achieved its catastrophic purpose, was now more valuable than the truth. The war drums, built on a foundation of salt and ash, began to beat.
Ultimately, the truth prevailed and instead of attacking Iran, the United States sent a team of soldiers, consisting of Navy SEAL Teams, Army Rangers, and Green Berets to capture or kill the top leaders of Israel. Netanyahu was captured, and tried as a war criminal along with a dozen other top officials in the Israeli government.
To be continued…..
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