5th November 2010
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot
So the childrens song goes to remember Guy Fawkes gunpowder plot to blow up the Houses of Parliament on the 5th of November 1605 and the failed plot to bring the Catholics back into power. The world hasn’t changed much, bombs are bigger and more lethal but religion is still the centre of everybody’s war.
During the “boycott” period of so many left-wing organisations in Europe, the UK, Canada and the US n particular, Barry Shaw wrote this wonderful letter for the “Takeapen” website http://www.takeapen.org/english/Articles/Art04012005.htm
After hearing about the senseless claims of Israel’s “apartheid” society and fabricated war crimes I tried and tried to put my feelings into words, but it never expressed my frustration and anger. Barry Shaw, however, wrote my feelings, he wrote my anger, he wrote of my vexation at the refusal to see Israel as our home, ancestral, Biblical and current.
I make no excuses for his strong language and chose this original version rather than the polite one in the Jerusalem Post!!!
I wish you Shabbat Shalom and the strength to express yourselves as Barry does.
Wednesday, 3 November 2010
TOUGH SHIT! A RESPONSE FROM ISRAEL UNDER ATTACK.
Abuse. Destruction. Exile. Persecution. Massacres. Concentration camps. Genocide. Wars. Terror. Delegitimisation. Anti-Semitism. For thousands of years.
Now you claim that you don’t like the way I talk. I’m not polite. Rude. Tough shit!
You want to get abusive again? Let me tell you. You don’t push us around any more.
We are no longer the meek, weak, Jew, walking submissively into the gas chamber.
Don’t like that? Tough shit!
You say we act like bullies? Then, get out of my face.
You hate it when we hit back hard. Try living in my neighbourhood and let’s see how you behave.
You think you can get the world to gang up on us. Try it. We’ll circle our wagons and hang on to what we’ve got. It’s Fortress Israel time.
Let me give you a warning. You spit on me. I’ll slap your face. You hit me. I’ll break your arms.
Just want to let you know. We don’t take your crap any more.
I don’t buy your bluff. I don’t trust a word you say. Don’t ask me to play nice in return for your promises. I don’t believe you.
You want me to put my fate in your hands? Who are you kidding?
I do believe my enemies. I have learned one thing down the years. When my enemies tell me that they intend to kill me, they mean what they say.
So don’t tell me to be soft. Soft doesn’t sell in my neighbourhood.
To my enemies, let me say one thing. Your wars didn’t work. Your terror scarred my soul, but didn’t break me. You can’t talk me out of existence. Your rockets failed to dent me. You want to try nuclear? Don’t even think about it!
Don’t like my attitude? Think I’m pushy? Shouldn’t be around?
Tough shit! We’re here to stay. Live with it!