The talks have degenerated into little more than growling and baring of teeth. I must summon all of my diplomatic powers to keep this peace process from falling apart. Rabbi Jake and I have pulled out all the stops, placing a phone call to our secret weapon. As I type this, the humanitarian odd couple of 2005 -- George Bush Sr. and Bill Clinton -- are speeding down the highway in their jointly owned Winnebago. We must pray that they arrive before it is too late.