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Israeli Brutality Challenged By Dubai's
By Yoichi Shimatsu
This essay is divided into two parts: First and foremost, the unusual 28th UN climate change conference in Dubai, one of the United Arab Emirates (UAE), where one of the world's biggest nuclear-energy plants under construction with the blessing of the COP "eco-warriors" who consider uranium to be a "Green Energy" fuel despite global misgivings in the wake of the Chernobyl and Fukushima reactor meltdowns; and secondarily, my journalism and business-reated experiences in the Gulf region, focused primarily in Dubai, during the Bush-Cheney-Rumself invasion aka looting expedition against Iraq in the wake of the 911 "terrorism" events. These reminiscences my sojourns in Dubai is intended to give readers some familiarity with the host nation of the COP conference and a glimpse at that up-and-coming Arab member of the international "nuclear club" at a critical moment when Israel is on a rampage of anti-Muslim violence. This certainly is not an endorsement of nuclear power but rather an advisory against repeating the disasters that befell Fukushima and Chernobyl and, of course, Hiroshima and Nagasaki - both scenarios appropriate to the uneasy geographic position of the United Arab Emirates (UAE) along the Persian Gulf, the oil lane to industrialized economies.
This year's review in my series on the annual UN Climate Change gatherings (COP), hosted this year in Dubai is focused conference sponsor Dubai, one of the United Arab Emirates (UAE). As a member of the OPEC petroleum cartel, Dubai may seem an incongruous choice as host of UN 28 th COP conference because prior to this meeting "climate change" has mainly been a concern for economically prosperous temperate-region economies that intend to diversify their energy options away from oil dependency aka a carbon fuel. The climatic location of the UAE in the Arabian Peninsula on the 25 th latitude north on the opposite shore of Iran. Climate change goes practically unnoticed since a mere one or two degrees of rising air temperatures goes unnoticed in blistering summer heat exceeding 109 F (43C). High humidity off the Persian Gulf adds to the discomfort. Aside from wearing head scarves, robes and sandals, the Emirate residents (Emiratis) are quite expert at finding relief from high temperatures, for instance by creating shade with carved window screens and awning, and digging sea-water channels, simple solutions far beyond the imagination of your average Climate Change theorist.
Nevertheless Dubai is a remarkable and quite pleasant combination of tradition and modernity due to persistent adaptation to the desert heat moderated by the waters of the Arabian Sea. For instance, most shopping and entertainment begins about sundown, when city lights provide a festive atmosphere for locals and foreign visitors alike. Nature, including our human species, has adapted to local condition as shown by the range of skin pigmentation as a defense against exposure to sunlight. Melatonin, the body's natural defense against sunburn, however, has gone out of style among women, thanks to the availability of sunblock including hydroquinone, cysteamine and cortico-osteriods from French, Japanese, Korean and Chinese chemical labs, for a hefty price of course. These pharmaco-beautifiers are the front-line defense against climate change worldwide.
There are other factors as well. Arid desert heat in the 110 F range feels comfortable as compared with 80 degrees in tropical Malaysia, due to the humidity factor, the latter relieved by annual monsoons. Although located on the dune-covered Arabian Peninsula, humidity is churned up with sea foam from the parade of oil tankers coming from Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Iraq, Iran and the UAE itself. Oil revenues aka foreign currency trumps all. This challenges rather dubious claims of a worldwide rise of 2 degrees centigrade over the recent past by so-called "climate scientists" (whatever happened to meteorologists?). Such blithe claims, "rough estimates" palmed off as absolute fact, have raised serious questions of data rigging from the climate lobby. We humans, along with the majority of mammalian species, are made out of sterner stuff, and local cultures have learned to adapt to far worse threats than thermometer anxiety.
Are we to trust so-called "global data" and guesswork from inside air conditioned offices and thermostat-moderated laboratories of academics whose salaries depend on dire predictions much like the dire prophecies of charlatan psychics? Or is human adaptation more sophisticated? Considering the fact that humans adapted at the onset and decline of the Ice Age, whereas giant mammoths did not, proves our species are hardy survivors precisely because some of us are determined survivors adaptable to all sorts of environmental threats, warfare, cannibalism, toxic exposure and indeed doses of radioactivity. Those who cannot tolerate a 2 degrees difference will go the way of the Neanderthals and countless tribal groups whose time on Earth was writ on cave walls. As for stubborb survivors, the youthful camel drovers racing in the Arabian Desert not far from Dubai to the cheering throngs of local supporters do not in the least appear to be affected by thermometer readings, other than slime drooling out of camels' mouths. Thus, Dubai UAE is a great place to hold the annual Climate Change Conference, if only to challenge easy assumptions and the "groupthink" of a pessimism-driven science-cult with a fresh dose of a different reality, aka 109 degrees at high noon.
Resource conservation through a technology sleight of hand
Based on tough-thinking realism, with awareness of the high risks involved, the leadership of Dubai have championed a "sustainable" energy policy of oil-supply conservation by allocating petroleum resources to where they're most needed, specifically to cooler-climate industrial regions, specifically industrialized Europe and Northeast Asia. Faced with ever-diminishing oil reserves, the UAE opted to shift the region's domestic energy consumption to nuclear power (sited near business-focused Abu Dhabi) with technical support, design and engineering from South Korea's KEPCO nuclear services. Other project participants include Hyundai, Samsung, Japan's Toshiba, USA-based Westinghouse and engineering firm Bechtel. The $25 billion energy project is installing four (4) 1.5 gigawatt advanced pressurized (AP) reactors of standard Korean design, for a total output of 1,400 megawatts, amounting to one of the world's largest nuclear plants. The reactors have a minimum lifespan of 60 years with the caveat: If not bombed by the Israelis.
The financial synergy behind this project is obvious: Asia's industrial centers will need petroleum imports throughout the foreseeable future, whereas the Barakah nuclear reactors will provide abundant electrical power for the UAE's domestic consumption and probably to supply electricity to the nearby economies of Saudi Arabia, Oman, Qatar, Bahrain and other sheikdoms. Whether safeguards to prevent another Fukushima-type disaster is a matter of concern, which the COP conference should be raising with a calm and methodical tech-focused approach. Any mention of nuclear energy tends to be avoided at these sessions, ever since the Kyoto Summit on climate change. As a fairly knowledgeable field researcher of nuclear disasters and admitted skeptic, perhaps I should have received a timely invitation to attend the Dubai meet as a critical commentator, but wasn't, so this task is left to more prominent "experts" closer to the heart of the global nuclear industry. So I'll leave it to a world-renowned expert such as Greta Thunberg to sort out the complexities of nuclear safety and the health impacts of radioactivity exposure based on the actual death count from Chernobyl and Fukushima.
Regional Risks to Nuclear Power
This much can be said of the UAE. That Gulf region leadership is assertively meeting the challenges of living in a brutally hot desert by promoting adaptation: through desert sports, experimental solutions such as desalination and shoreline development, and encouraging real-estate development to hug the sea-moderated coastline where temperatures are lower. The massive housing islets in the Gulf did not reach their potential due to economic fluctuations and the COVID outbreak, despite the best efforts at promotion of soccer hero David Beckham and his spouse Victoria of Spice Girls eternal fame.
These bold and admirable achievements may not be apparent to first-time visitors from the world's temperate-climate belts, but anyone who has repeatedly visited the UAE over the decades can appreciate the monumental amount of physical effort, planning, investment, policy direction, wheeling and dealing and bold vision that accounts for the UAE's emergence as a driving force for improved living standards for its population and visitors. It is a model of development for a troubled war-torn Middle East, and for proof just take a quick look at Israel's remarkable real-estate venture in Gaza.
Cloudy skies from the Israelis
The greatest potential threat to the UAE's nuclear program is not an accidental reactor leak but a bombing raid by the Israel air force, possibly in tandem with an attack on Iran's Bushsher nuclear station (not to be confused with the Bush Era). This threat assessment is not idle speculation or propaganda hysterics but based on the precedent of Operation Babylon, the 7 June 1981 Israeli airstrike against Iraq's Osirak reactor project nearing completion, near Baghdad. That "glorious victory" (while the Iraqis were preoccupied with a war against Iran) was led by IDF wing leader Ilan Ramon, a super-hero for Jews worldwide.
Some 22 years after that hero raid against evil, this investigative journalist was accused of tarnishing his prophet-like reputation (another David with a slingshot and son of the Maccabees) by uncovering the NASA-suppressed fact that the Space Shuttle Columbia was destroyed due to Ramon's botched laser-weapon experiment aka the misfire of the Israeli-designed Americium-isotope ray gun. Instead of accepting my factual report, the Israeli Mossad put me on a death list, not just then but also in the run-up to the Bush-Cheney War on Iraq. Science-based inquiry is not always appreciated, as shown in the trial of Galileo, the murder of physician Michael Servetus, the elimination of Don Wiley and assassination of Eiichi Negishi. Of course, Ramon being an aerial acrobatic assassin does not qualify to be on that list of fallen scientific heroes. A summary of the SS Columbia fiasco appears at the end of this essay.
From Gaza to Dubai
Not by odd coincidence or any stretch of the imagination, the Israeli assault on Gaza was timed for the precise purpose of threating the 28 rd UN Conference on Climate Change, held this year in Dubai, one of the United Arab Emirates, and funder of the Barakah nuclear power station (located in business-focused Abu Dhabi region of the UAE). The ruthless Israeli air-strikes against Gaza are intended as a show of power to intimidate Arab and Iranian leaders and the many foreign corporations involved in nuclear development in the Islamic world.
Israel's overt and subtler aggression against nuclear plants operated by perceived "enemies" are, in the sum of things, a major crime against humanity. Most alarming was the Israeli repeated infiltration of its Stuxnet virus against Iran's Bushehr nuclear plant. Perhaps by no accident, an Israeli work crew was at the Fukushima site on a security installation project putting monitors along the perimenter fence. By "strange coincidence" the TEPCO plant's control system was frozen by the Stuxnet virus, which left the water-outlet tube open to the powerful tsunami, thereby triggering the reactor meltdowns. Although at some distance from the Middle East, the Israeli's have also cooperated with the air force of India to threaten Pakistan's nuclear program led by the enigmatic A.Q. Khan, who was able to deflect computer-based infiltration. (As father of the Islamic bomb, Khan also was the computer genius who created hundreds of tech education programs throughout Pakistan.)
While Tel Aviv has often tried to finger A.Q. Khan as a mad genius, it is the Israelis themselves who are the diabolical fomenters of nuclear disasters that have put the entire planet at risk of annihilation. Given the bad-faith record of Israel of Satanic proportions on perpetrating civilian massacres and nuclear crises, it is reasonable to suggest that the Arab and Iranian leaders have just cause for international complaint for a round-the-clock watch on Israel and demands for IAEA inspection of radioactive sites across Israel and surveillance of Jewish physicists cozy with the Zionist regime.
Given this background, with the motive of casting a shadow over the Dubai-scheduled conference, Israeli intelligence provoked the Hamas rocket attacks, not least by permitting a decadent music festival in the unlikeliest location, just 3 miles east of a puritanical Gaza. One of the motives was, of course, to entice young Arabs to flaunt Islamic custom with openly gay and lesbian behavior in public view to bring out the moral collapse of Palestinian society. It is not an exaggeration to say these are devils or agents of Satanic deviance thereof. Since the older generation of Gaza would find the sex-fest near their back porches to be objectionable, the clever Israeli ploy was indeed a weapon of psychological warfare to incite the Hamas to wreck the festivities in honor of Delilah, Bathsheba, Drusilla and Jezebel, who are so much the inspiration for Jew-dominated Hollywood and Broadway. If a similar public event flaunting nudity and gay group perversion were to be held in the Vatican City or the Mormon Tabernacle, there would be an angry reaction without doubt. Face it, this is holy war.
There is method to the Israeli madness, which is to identify vulnerabilities inside target nations. It would not be surprising, given the role of Korean nuclear expertise in the UAE project, if South Korea soon experiences as a disaster manufactured in Tel Avid
Can Israel triumph in a ground-and-air war against the gamut of Arab nations? Will not the numerical superiority of the Arab states deter the "Final War" aka Armageddon. On a simple calculus, yes. But then, there is the strategic nuclear power of missiles aboard Israel's German-built Dolphin submarine fleet with nuclear-launch capability, which are the key to demolishing the region's nuclear plants and wiping out the Arab and Iranian armed forces and perpetrating a regional genocide by wiping out the capital cities of Muslim nations. Or will justice triumph after tribulation and personal sacrifice? As said throughout the Islamic realm: "Inshallah" - May God decide.
The Rising Sea Fraud
Before proceeding to my impressions of Dubai, at the start of its rise as a global tourism center, some mention should be given to the UN COP's preposterous "climate change" claims based on rigged data and pseudo-scientific paranoia. The climate activists have converged on Dubai to access generous funding from Arab oil-producing states amounting to billions of dollars for financing "emergency" measures against "rising seas", supposedly caused by the melting of glaciers and the polar caps. As a critique of so-called climate science, I must object to this unjustifiable allocation of much-needed financial resources to bogus "scientists" aka fraudsters, that should instead be committed to the Gaza victims trapped inside a hostile Israel.
With all due respect for the UN staffers' courageous efforts to truck medicines, food, water, fuel and baby formula into a besieged Gaza, at the cost of an unacceptably high number of violent deaths for those brave volunteers, focus must be also given to worse to come from the Israeli.Due to Dubai's location along a major seaway, I must counter the bogus claim of so-called "rising seas due to climate change" as being dubious at best and too often a fraudulent claim based on rigged data and erroneous presumptions. From my observations (related to my on-site studies of Fukushima-sourced nuclear contamination across the Pacific and based on my experience during the rescue phase following the 2014 Southeast Asian Tsunami) there are many localized causes of shoreline erosion, which do not involve so-called "global warming".
Let's begin with the massive sea-dumping of radioactive water and soil out of that TEPCO plant (and other nuclear stations), briefly described here of: direct dumping of nucleated wastewater into the ocean or into rivers (which occurs outside of nearly every nuclear plant, from the Great Lakes to the Mediterranean Sea). Constant or repeated radioactive contamination of ocean currents eventually results in the death of seaweeds, kelp and corals, resulting in the desertification of the seafloor and shorelines. The desertification of the sea bottom was vividly visible along the Fukushima regional shorelines. Radioactivity-based denuding hastens wave-caused erosion of sandy and pebbly beaches, which may appear as a "rising sea level". Erosion-caused loss of sand (as I witnessed immediately after the Southeast Asian Tsunami of 2004), can result in rapid depletion of the sandy soil along shorelines and from lagoons, undermining wharves, homes, even hotels and collapsing roads. Unfortunately, hit-and-run scientific studies entirely miss or neglect such pervasive phenomena.
Another factor for shoreline loss is the loss of local vegetation along shorelines and channels due to human-related logging and uprooting of trees and bushes for various reasons: making space for construction of homes, shops and resort facilities; widening and deepening tidal channels for boat traffic; filling lagoons with dirt for real estate purposes; and erecting multi-floor concrete hotels, which gradually sink into sandy soil. The loss of natural barriers to wave action adds to erosion during seasonal storms and wave action. Radioactive isotopes and irradiated soil also raises seawater temperature.
Thus, the ill-founded "rising seas" narrative is, in terms of finance from major know-nothing corporate donors, is a fraudulent scheme to fund dubious "scientists" and their coterie of media hacks, local guides, bartenders and dope suppliers. Meanwhile, the UN refuses to raise much less deal with the underlying problem of unchecked population grown, especially among uneducated, irresponsible and rotund islanders who breed children like roaches in a garbage heap. The UN programs for food aid and medicine have no lasting effect toward developing self-disciplined and responsibly managed insular societies with a stable (rather than expanding) population ratio to locally available natural resources (through old-fashioned self-disciplined chastity rather than casual abortions). Most of the UN larder is merely transformed into body fat rather than the muscle required for self-sustained progress. That said for now, let's move onto the happier topic of my sojourns in Dubai and the Gulf region.
Lolling Idly in the Pearl of the Gulf
A century ago Dubai was home to a society of pearl divers along with a few camel drovers. Its narrow deep channel to the Persian Gulf enabled the desert community to serve as an anchorage and resting place for dhows, the sturdy wooden vessels that plied (and still ply) ancient shipping route since long before the tale of Aladdin. How did this exotic and rather remote corner of the Arabian Peninsula become a must-see destination for the world's wealthiest jet-setters? For an intercontinental business traveler from East Asia (Tokyo, Hong Kong and Bangkok on my part), Emirates Airways offered an affordable air ticket to the newly built (two decades ago) Dubai International Airport, a hub for low-cost yet impeccable top quality connections to Europe.
Within a few years Dubai itself became a major tourist attraction with towering hotels, a major real estate project on a mudflat in the Gulf, camel races, dune-buggy rides in the Arabian desert, delicious cuisine based on Iranian lamb and eastern Indian vegetables prepared by Filipino cooks, and most vital of all, a variety of drinking establishments in hotel lounges and even a claimant to the world's longest bar (which never made it onto the Guinness record book). The prime attractions were the sandy beach on the Gulf (a great place to watch an endless parade of oil tankers but lacking girls in bikinis, it's not Rio or Waikiki), a super-expensive hotel dining room with a massive aquarium hosting exotic fishes and sea turtles, and the world's tallest skyscraper at least for that moment. On most evenings, however, the daily fare was humus and olives over falafel or a sea bream plucked out of the Indian Ocean and charcoal grilled, usually eaten outdoors on a floating dock or sidewalk cafe.
Dubai was and is the shopping paradise for the Middle East, with high fashion malls that attracted a steady clientele of short and stocky Emirati housewives and slim super-attractive Iranian ladies flying in from across the Gulf, who unfortunately were committed to home and hubby. My own taste veered toward the sedate colonial-era shore across a boat channel known as The Creek. I relocated there from a high-end hotel (on a tech-business expense account) to an Indian-owned low-rise with a proper English breakfast circa 1860. The perfect manners among the staff, the absence of hustle and bustle and a swimming pool were all straight out of a retrospective British drama such as "Passage to India" or "A Room with a View" with a hint of conspiracy out of an Evelyn Waugh short-story. I was hooked by the nostalgia factor (by now lacking in England itself) due to my childhood indoctrination at a Cambridge-associated European-origin Catholic school. The notion of being a proper gentleman had by then expired, especially in my field of grubby scandal-sheet investigative journalism.
Good manners, however, prevented invitation of guests until after sunset, an aspect of the foreign travels of a wandering rogue that shall go unmentioned here. Most evenings, however, were idly spent in a hotel bar over a tall glass of stout while watching an international soccer match on the telly. During commercial breaks, I'd look down at the darkly glittering waters of the boat channel known as The Creek, as wooden dhows churned the moonlit waves as they've done for over a thousand years, long before the tales of Aladdin. There was no shortage of discussions with local businessmen seeking access to the Asian market. Yet being there was like inhabiting a retrospective movie, though without the reticence of Alec Guinness or the comic absurdity of a Peter Sellers. Dignity is the key to surviving in a post-colonial arrangement. The Creek allows one to be, momentarily, a gentleman at large instead of a trash-talking thug in the back alleys of a corrupted West, a status more familiar to me.
Meanwhile war was raging across the Gulf following the post-911 invasion of Iraq, when I would have rather been plying my trade as a war reporter. Unfortunately or thankfully, a warning from a DC-based colleague disclosed that my name was near the top of a list of 200 journalists and commentators to be shot on sight in Iraq by American intelligence agents or military special ops. With some regret I took that message seriously, because I would have preferred to die on the battlefield instead of my longtime photographer's two young Japanese media interns, whose bullet-riddled bodies were found not far from a U.S. Army checkpoint after their departure from the Samara sector of Japan's Self-Defense Force. (Instead of moping about her fall from grace, Liz Cheney should be researching her father's indiscretions.)
I should add that just prior to receiving that message of warning, I was nearly struck by a car in a flagrant murder attempt at late-night in Hong Kong. Earlier that same day, I had picked up my renewed passport at the U.S. Consulate for the journey to the war zone. For some strange feeling after leaving a bar frequented by British MI agents, I asked my environmental business partner to walk exactly 12 paces behind me. At a dark street crossing without a trace of traffic, two cars were idling for no apparent reason. So I took a long step onto the street and then pulled my leg back immediately onto the sidewalk.
The first car sped forward, with engine gunning, narrowly missing me and then screeched to a halt. I ran up to it and slammed my fist against the glass at the tall white woman in the rear seat. When the window shattered, her face blanched and she ran out the other screaming and escaped - toward the wrong direction away from city center. If I had happened to have a pistol handy the Israeli hit-woman would have bled to death by sunrise in the warehouse district.
Then her driver and I grappled for a minute on the street as she fled, until my eco-business partner arrived and neatly used his two outstretched hands to force down the fists of the astonished assailant who jumped into this car to flee. The eco-consultant was a kung-fu black belt. Meanwhile, the driver leaning out the window of the second car shouted out orders to his two underlings: "Get out now!" A middle-aged man was of apparently Eastern European ancestry, probably of Ukrainian Jewish origin, and possibly contracted by a Mossad spymaster in charge of the assassination project. In a flash his vehicle roared away.
The noise sufficed to bring on two Hong Kong policemen running toward the schene. They inquired "What just happened?" My response was: "Oh, nothing sir, we were seeing off friends after watching a soccer game at the local bar, and I guess we drank a bit too much and got rowdy because their side lost the bet." Although that was an obvious crock, the officers left, shaking their heads. My comment to the kung-fu guy was simply: "I guess I won't be going to Iraq anytime soon."
A Perch on the War
Thus I spent prime-time Iraq wartime in the closest location then possible, Dubai. Without a war reporting contract, I was short of financial sponsorship but luckily my past consultant work with a mobile phone producer manufacturing in China enabled me to promote and sell gold-plated cell phones to wealthy Gulf region customers. The venture was wildly successful, that is until further production of those gem-like phones was soon suspended, leaving me up The Creek, with a blank sales sheet for a paddle. In an uncertain world, one must always have a back-up plan, which was flogging innovative medical equipment. That proved to be my meal ticket to Saudi Arabia and Thailand during the bird flu outbreak.
Meanwhile, suddenly confronted with free time, I toured the desert in a dune buggy and went to the camel races like a normative tourist. Those dunes were close to the Zone of Death, depicted in the the film Hidaldo starring Viggo Mortenson in the role of Frank Hopkins, the guilt-ridden cavalry courier who delivered the orders for the Wounded Knee Massacrre.
About that time, I met a Saudi fortune-hunter who conveyed my medical tech proposals to Riyadh (about a clever device to remove plaque from the bloodstream, which eventually met with success). The Arab openness to technology suitable for their climatic region was encouraging, and so I proposed using a roving space satellite to shoot down "space icebergs" orbiting the Earth into the arid Death Zone to create a vast inland sea. Unfortunately, one of my science advisers noticed a fly in the ointment, which was that ice in orbit contains too much deuterium for human consumption. There went my second billion dollar fortune, into orbit.
The World Cup yacht bombing plot
Meanwhile, many of my evenings were spent at foreign-populated bars to play billiards with sea captains, mercenaries and Allied military logistics officers. All were eager to disclose their impressions of the Iraq War. The scuttlebutt surfaced intriguing incidents not reported by the mainstream media, meaning that I could churn out a lot of material for the press in Hong Kong, Japan and the alternative media in the States. News also traveled in the other direction, when for instance I picked the scuttlebutt from Hong Kong about a plot to bomb the yacht of the Emir of Qatar in a bitter rivalry to host the soccer World Cup. A phone call to Doha got me the air ticket to Bahrain and then on to Qatar. I was surprised by the American fast-food outlets in that strict Islamic society that catered to officers with the Central Command, which was based in the nearby desert. Between burgers and cokes I got the skivvy on Army complaints against the Bush Pentagon, great insights that might help the boys on the front who were being blasted by roadside IEDs.
For a brief moment, I thought about establishing a news center in Dubai, a shimmering vision disrupted by a Hong Kong-based scientist who needed to sell medical equipment designs in Switzerland, so I packed my bags and bid adieu to my Arabian dreams and headed toward the familiar world of ice, snow and uptight Europeans, boarding Emirate Airways for the passage over a glittering Persian Gulf. The environs of a Chamonix ski lodge on the lower slope of Mont Blanc is where I had the pleasure of eavesdropping on professional arms dealers, one of them English, going over a list of firearms and ammo for African mercenaries overthrowing some obscure dictatorial regime. The farther you try to get away, the closer you get.
Postscript: Blowing up the Challenger Space Shuttle
About the self-triggered death of Israeli hero Ilan Ramon, who bombed Iraq's nuclear plant and later accidentally blew up the Challenger Space Shuttle in January 1986. Under a cloak of secrecy and an press embargo, an IDF team delivered a laser weapon fueled by Americium nuclear isotopes for test firings from space, manned by renowned Israeli pilot Ramon. On a pass over the eastern Mediterranean, the ray gun was fired along a straight line, creating water spouts besides a single file of British Navy vessels. This created a whirlwind and then a water spout that moved toward Cyprus causing massive damage and havoc in the capital, all of it monitored by a UK military radar station in that area. The electromagnetic disturbance was severe enough to cause snowfall over the Levant and Iraq, in preparation for comfort among the soon-arriving U.S. led invasion.
Another test firing was done as the Challenger was on descent toward the California coast, with a straight-line sight toward the White Sands missile test ground in New Mexico. As Ramon fired the ion cannon, the Americium payload overheated and exploded, blowing the Challenger to bits, dropping wreckage along its death path to Texas. It raises the disturbing thought: If there is a God, he's surely not on Israel's side.