Somewhere, in an ugly corner of the State Department where journalists fear to tread, the whiskey and cigars have been making the rounds since Putin scrambled fighter-bombers. They won't celebrate publicly because obviously Our Designated Enemy propping up The Evil Regime is Literally The Worst Thing Since ISIS but Syria was at its least pigfuckish with Hafez al-Assad's jackboot crushing the fuck out of all dissent. The only reason things have gotten as bad as they have is Bashar was supposed to wear wingtips, not jackboots - power was supposed to pass to this guy:

...but he died in a car crash in '94 and Bashar had to give up on his London optometry practice and he had to learn ruthlessness the hard way. For a few months there it was almost looking like the US would have to lift a finger, but now that Putin took the bait, it's smooth sailing until the Paris Pogroms begin in 2019.

Russian involvement in Syria is the cherry on top of the New World Order sundae. The middle east is busily vomiting all over the EU project, Saudi Arabia and Russia are in a race to the bottom to see who can put the North American frackfields out of business without dying first, and now Russia gets to play Afghan War II while we condemn them for not fighting ISIS hard enough from our comfy deckchairs on the USS Roosevelt, which is not in the Gulf for the first time in a coon's age. Meanwhile the Saudis are so twitterpated over Yemen they're actually rolling armor for the first time in the house of Saud, which means at a bare minimum they'll have to buy more.

How many F-35s can they get at $40 a gallon? If the world were a game of Risk right now...