What was the Boy King's end game here? He'd come out all elegant and threating from the teleprompter until Dr. Assad hopped a G IV headed for Zurich with his family and the contents of the treasury? I'd imagine little Hafez's childhood was pretty similar to those of Uday, Qusay and that Kim kid. Just because he has a pretty weak chin, it doesn't mean that some pretender is going to tell him what to do. Assad ain't JFK and Obama ain't Khrushchev.