This troll trifecta actually warrants real attention.
I expect to have a good time. I admit it's a little unorthodox to make a giant vat of hot buttery popcorn to companion rolling up one's sleeves (chopsticks to the rescue), but ritual does have its rewards.
What the US and Israel did in Iran ...
Bill Clinton is forever marked by his distancing language "that woman". Opening a composition with the word "what" is definitely heading down 'that' road. The reader is still trying to resolve the anaphor, while you slide into the equation a joint attribution "the US and Israel". Nicely done.
From Sound Reporting by J. Kern: "You may have heard TV anchors hyping a story by holding back the subject—teasing the viewer for a few seconds to try to generate curiosity ... whatever effectiveness this device may have once had has surely been worn away by decades of overuse." Except—he should have added—on certain hyperbolic forums of talk radio, where the pre-handshake "what" is artfully stretched from minutes into hours. This construction has now become the ultimate penny dog-whistle.
And the jurisdiction that can jointly prosecute America and Israel, your identified protagonists, is what, exactly? RMS pretty much thinks the BSD license is a crime. Humanity has been trying to cram morality into an undersized tuxedo since the invention of stone tablets. (They all suspected the chisel later recovered from the top of the mountain belonged to Moses, but he didn't fit the glove—phlogiston hadn't even been invented yet, so it's no wonder they didn't fully grasp accelerated desiccation above the timber line.) "Crime" is one of the most metaphorical words in all of human language, which you've artfully embedded in predicate logic Speedo trunks: "was a".
Our parse now looks like this:
[talk radio distancing-language tease]
[offhand perpetrator lasso]
[predicate-logic Speedo trunks]
[Howl's Moving Castle morality metaphor]
You've really packed a lot in there. Kudos.
The strategic target wasn't a company, it was an operation. The micro-target wasn't a company, either. It was certain pieces of industrial control machinery. Moreover, the "company" wasn't feeling the pain of this, unless they indemnified their customer against retaliatory actions of nation states (seems unlikely, based on contracts I've read).
And that makes this different, how exactly?
They infected German process-control equipment
Echo, echo, echo.
They who? Veiled agents of Zion? Cybersecurity Seal Team Six operating under full democratic oversight? Cybersecurity ST6 operating in thrall to veiled agents of Zion?
Charles Atlas only had to shoulder the world. "Heh," says Charles. "What?" you say. "You should have seen the other guy," says Charles, at great expense of breath he can hardly afford.
I suspect he means the poor tortoise shouldering the entire meta-physical universe of all possible counterfactual outcomes, but I'm too polite to ask.
Anyone else in the news using the word "leak" lately? I haven't read the uranium hexafluoride SDS (formerly MSDS). Have you?
Here's how America stores this dangerous chemical: What does a depleted uranium hexafluoride cylinder look like?
This is not even inside a secure facility designed with accident mitigation in mind.
if their code was not perfect
A high bar indeed, that applies to all high-risk endeavours. Not that the ST6 minions of Zion would have assigned above-average talent (and budget) to a project such as this one. Just getting that software installed on those machines in a covert way cleared a bar 99% higher than 99% of all software even attempts to clear. And, I suspect, the ST6 MoZ probably had a few test units in house (the American government not in any way being a major consumer of this kind of equipment in the first place).
What the Russians have done is hack and release emails.
You know, they didn't break in by quietly jimmying the back door. In the last account I read, they social-engineered their way through the front door on false pretences.
If you are not doing shady stuff
Ah, yes, the violent purification of a thousand moral suns.
you are not affected at all
There's this thing in human language called "register", where we try to say something close to what needs to be said in a way that conveys empathy and concern for the feelings and reputations of others. What we say in private is far less guarded (except for certain shit-bags whose public discourse is the same unmodulated ideology that drives away their friends and family in real life). Oh, nuts, did my inner voice just escape out into the wild? So terribly sorry about that.
by the leak of your emails
There's that hot-button word again, now served up with a fresh, hot-button bolt-on. Previously, we were leaking uranium hexafluoride gas (worst case scenario) in a secret, secure bunker. This "leak" is more properly termed a "disclosure". Unlike stray UF6, most of which can be put back in the bottle if you really try hard, information "leaks" are pretty much immune to mitigation.
Clinton was affected because she was a crook.
Also, she was a crook because she was affected. A malprogrammed high-speed centrifuge couldn't wind this narrative together any better.
Macron was not because he wasn't a crook.
I'm guessing we're in the comic book world, now. It's the underwear thing. The heroic panties of virtue grant full immunity to adverse consequence. The anti-heroic panties of shame are electro-karmic styrene Vandergrabs.
"Equating" metaphors is the crime for which you already stand charged (see above).
"Is like"? You've already shot your best wad? In under 30 words? So tired, so tired, so tired ... but miles to go before you sleep.
Yes, you said that already.
"Someone who drives drunk"
Car metaphor? What did Cosby serve you? I had no idea it was that fast acting.
"with someone who peeks through a window"
You're right, turns out Dahmer did have a severe alcohol dependency.
In Russia, for a decade under Stalin, vodka was the antidote to kompromat. You staggered blind-stinking-drunk among cars, half of which were piloted by other blind-stinking drunks, and counted yourself among the lucky, and kissed the pavement, and shuddered to go home, to where all those inviting windows awaited.