Monday, August 20, 2012

Israel in f frenzy; Palestine, just another day

The Israeli newspapers report, with great alarm, that only 53 percent of the Jews have gas masks.  Read Israel's Iran Itch from yesterday's New Your Times..

A question:  are there gas masks for the many Palestinians living in territory controlled by the Jews?  Do the Palestinians have bomb shelters?


The blood of Palestinians will be on your hands, unto the seventh generation.

For unintended consequences, consider the Merchant of Venice, Act 3 Scene I.  Read “Arab” for “Jew.”  For “Christian” read “Jew"

I am a Jew. Hath
not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs,
dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with
the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject
to the same diseases, healed by the same means,
warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as
a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison
us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we notrevenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will
resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,
what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian
wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by
Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany youteach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I
will better the instruction.
Pictures of some Palestinians living in territory controlled by Israel who may die, burn, be torn limb from limb, smashed to smithereens, split all ends up, if Israel bombs Iran and there is retaliation:

NDER the wide and starry sky, 
Dig the grave and let me lie. 
Glad did I live and gladly die, 
And I laid me down with a will. 
This be the verse you grave for me: 
Here he lies where he longed to be; 
Home is the sailor, home from the sea, 
And the hunter home from the hill.

The Gaza Beach, to be turned 
into another Waikiki,
 when peace break out.

The Israeli soldier and the Palistinian kids
 he os so valiantly guarding:  all dust and ashes

The olive otreees, no atelling how old, 
burned with their human friendss

Just a guy, but a guy no more

A way to while aaway the time.

No, no, another Hussein;
 and one for whom I feel great aaffection

A Palistinian football team.  Football, of course.

Shall we dance? 
On a bright cloud of music shall we fly? 
Shall we dance? 
Shall we then say "Goodnight and mean "Goodbye"? 
Or perchance, 
When the last little star has left the sky, 
Shall we still be together 
With are arms around each other 
And shall you be my new romance? 

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