The Palestinians complain that unless they attack, nothing happens for years,
nobody paying attention to them, and a sort of condescending and highly patronising,
Israeli occupying de facto colonialism sets in, for maybe 50 years or more.
And they are right. This seems to suit among others the Likud party, just fine.
So the Palestinians will attack and attack, even though they haven’t a hope in hell to
defeat an Israel screaming bloody murder, and never failing to grossly over-react.
To wit, 2000 Gaza civilian deaths and total obliteration of its structures over what
started as the idiotic, cruel murder of 3 of its teenagers by rogue Palestinian nationalists.
The added rockets also seem to do little, except to help Israel cry wolf.
All of which is provoking worldwide condemnation of Israel, and may lead to painful
isolation, and, believe it or not ultimately drive it towards a meaningful, not cosmetic,
peace effort leading to a free Palestinian State.
So don’t expect today’s fires to dwindle any time soon. And let’s see who the really smart ones are.
Apes cannot shoot down airplanes and have no names like Vladimir or Bashar, but are just as primitive, plus sulking, brooding, vindictive and finally… inferiority-complexed, attacking not out of immediate hunger but ultimately out of petty, irrational fear.
Mrs Confucius say:
You may call my cunt a pussy, but never, ever call my cat a cunt!
-My wife wants a private bathroom, lest someone can hear her!
-She plays the Bowl?
- Like Glenn Miller!
- She does Glenn Millers?
- Not to say Kai Windings!
- So, more than a good ear!
- You can say that again!
We shouldn’t cry
when someone dear and near
if we believe in heaven
and eternal sanctity
We should cry
when losing the lot,
our crust, our roof, our breath,
in the process
gaining cruel pain and terror,
‘heaven’, despite its hopeful beckoning,
deciding to come crashing down on us
We shouldn’t cry
when a total stranger
extends a sudden, loving act
But we do!
Not only because of its extreme beauty,
but because of its ridiculous,
When Hitler was woken up in Berlin the middle of the night
of June 6th, 1944, to be informed of the Allied D-Day invasion
of Normandy, he said Good, that brings the enemy closer, a
stupid answer by a stupid, stupid man, an answer of Saddam Hussein
proportion, still unaware apparently that who was the enemy…
La Preuve: 10 months later he was dead….
Here in Europe a guy with long hair and a beard, a cross between Jesus Christ
and Rita Hayworth, attired in a dated, gold plaque long dress, won the festival
of songs of bad taste.
His name Conchita, to no one’s surprise, Conchita Sausage to be exact, or Wurst
in his native tongue. The background noise, Schubert, Mozart, Mahler and Strauss
rolling in their graves. Because no orchestra is ever shown on the ‘live’ TV broadcast
of this yearly event, and so we must conclude that what passes for actual music
of whatever dubious quality is mostly electronic gimmickry and the voice of
Rita Conchita in fact lip-synched.
But what the hell, the great nation of Austria is ‘proud’, and that is wonderful. Not to
speak of Father and Mother Sausage and all the other bearded little knack-wursts.
Russian Vladimir Putin is an unremarkable man, who has been given remarkable powers.
He chose Dmitry Medvedev as his predecessor because he is harmless and stands even shorter than him.
And so he would never get photographed looking up at him.
Ah, yes, of power and complexes…