The Bunker, The Bear, and The Bill The secure room was less of a "bunker" and more of a very deep, very concrete walk-in closet. Netanyahu sat on a folding stool, surrounded by maps, a half-eaten bagel, and a red phone that hadn't rung since 1998...
.... The air filtration system hummed a low B-flat. "Too quiet," Bibi muttered. "I need advice. I need a winner." He picked up the red phone. He just held it up, and through the sheer force of geopolitical necessity, it connected to Mar-a-Lago. "Bibi!" Donald Trump's voice boomed, sounding like he was speaking into a microphone while eating a steak. "Great to hear from you. Tremendous voice. Very clear. We have the best connections, don't we?" "Donald," Bibi said, leaning into the concrete wa...
...ll. "I'm in a situation. A tight space. Very secure. But the optics... they're not good. People think I'm hiding. I'm not hiding. I'm... strategically relocating." "Hiding is weak," #Trump said dismissively. "I know bunkers. I built the best bunkers. Gold-plated elevators, chandeliers. If you're going to hide, you hide in style. You need to brand the bunker. 'Trump Tower Tel Aviv.' We'll put a steakhouse in the lobby." "Donald, I don't need a steakhouse. I need a strategy. The pressure is ...
