Two speeches, one wardrobe. Navy suit, white shirt, red tie, flag pin, same green marble backdrop — and delivered from the same podium within days of each other. One might call it coincidence, were it not the standard-issue costume of every man who has ever ascended that rostrum to explain why this particular war is regrettable but necessary. The UN General Assembly is where the world's leaders gather annually to address a chamber of empty seats and a camera, and the dress code has clearly been agreed in advance even when nothing else has. Satanyahu reminiscing about the beepers; Donald Copperfield following on. Different grievances, identical tailoring, one teleprompter shared between them in spirit if not in fact. The delegates listen, the translators translate, the resolutions are drafted, and absolutely nothing changes in the Strait of Hormuz, in Bab el-Mandeb, or on anyone's electricity bill.