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The strait is the wall. The tankers are the grain ships. The escort is the Spartan hoplite phalanx marching alongside the Athenian merchantmen. The stated cause is the attack on the escort. The structural cause is the blockade.

They have been strangling each other for years with sanctions, with proxies, with the slow constriction of trade. The sea lane is the artery. To cut it is to invite the final fever. The cabinet gathers not to discuss war, but to confirm its arrival. The gathering is the ritual. The decision was made when the first sanctions were designed not to modify behavior, but to collapse the regime. The behavior did not change. The regime did not collapse. The pressure continued, acquiring its own logic, until the only possible relief was a knife.

He will speak of national honor and the security of commerce. They will speak of resistance and sovereignty. These are the necessary incantations. The truth is in the charts of the oil markets, in the deployment schedules of the fleets, in the calculations of how many tankers must burn before the public tolerates the cost of the dockside fires spreading inland.

The energy price is the symptom. It is the fever in the body of the alliance. Some allies will cite the treaty. Others will calculate the risk to their own ports. The unity of the defensive pact will be described in speeches. In practice, it will be measured by who continues to buy the oil and who sends their ships to join the escort. The stronger will determine the moment. The weaker will calculate their suffering.

This is not a new war. It is the old one, reaching its inevitable phase. The dialogue ended long ago. Now we record what the strong do, and what the weak must endure.