Song of Love for Israel


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Send a Quenelle to AIPAC

Send a Quenelle to AIPAC

by Richard Edmondson

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Send a quenelle to AIPAC for the cavalier bigotry of supporting an apartheid state;

Send a quenelle to AIPAC for the insane violence of Israeli settlers, for the fields burned and olive trees destroyed, the price tag attacks, homes raided, the children taken in the middle of the night—send a quenelle for the Facebook racism, the no-partner-for-peace poppycock malarkey, and the ever-expanding illegal settlements sprouting up out of the weeds of land-grabbing perfidy;

Send a quenelle to AIPAC and the greasy, grimy, wailing-wall-kissing, yarmulke-wearing politicians that serve as its court jesters—shabbes goyim-equilibrated obscurities—who when they die, won’t even get to be buried in a Jewish cemetery;

Send a quenelle to AIPAC for the jadedness of the media, the assassination of honest journalism, the driving into extinction of the Cronkites and the Murrows, and their replacement by the one-flavor-for-all anchor sponges of vapidity, whose teleprompters carefully omit any criticism of the Jewish state;

Send a quenelle to AIPAC on behalf of the mothers forced to give birth at the checkpoints of sorrow;

Send a quenelle to AIPAC whose coin in the realm of public credibility is melting like molten copper, like tar pits of black crude dripping into the crevices of hell, send it for the growing public disgust, the antipathy and loathing, over the incessant calls for war;

Send a quenelle to AIPAC for the mop handle with the white flag attached, and for the woman who’d held it aloft, waving it at the soldiers, until the handle dropped from her hands, the white flag lying in the Gaza dirt, stained crimson with the blood of her two dead granddaughters;

Send a quenelle to AIPAC on behalf of the dead American soldiers whose bodies were ripped apart by false justifications, double-dealing, and artful pretense; send it for the half million Iraqi children whose deaths were “worth it”, for the yellowcake uranium forgeries, for the weapons inspectors who never found the weapons of mass destruction,

Send a quenelle to AIPAC for the heads covered with hoods and the electro-shocked genitals, for the million or more Iraqis killed or displaced, for the loss of pride, for an entire nation starved, plastered, and sloshed back into the stone age; for the folded skin around the eyes of the corpses and the absence of humanity and virtue in those who ordered it;

Send a quenelle to the vitriolic babble about weapons of mass destruction, dictators killing their own people, and all options being on the table, and send a quenelle to the lying malefactors who propagated this brimming stream of perjury, who dropped bombs on weddings, made amputees of husbands, sons, and boyfriends, and who infrequently went before the cameras and expressed their regrets afterwards;

Send a quenelle to AIPAC for the deceit, hypocrisy, the violation of UN resolutions, the policy of so-called nuclear ambiguity that an iniquitous and corrupt rogue state has been allowed to get away with for more than three decades, for the reprehensible behavior of governments who look the other way as innocents are murdered, send it for love standing strong in the face of hate, for the tear gas canisters, for contusions on skulls that have been battered, and for the shadows darkening this world;

Send a quenelle to the pit of vipers, to those blowing the shofar of madness, to the stool pigeons who gave us the Patriot Act, to the pit of blind vipers leading the other blind vipers into isolation, delegitimization, and simultaneous explosions of delirium, lunacy, and self destruction;

Send a quenelle to AIPAC for the $17 trillion debt run up fighting a mélange of wars, the blighted inner city landscapes, crumbling infrastructure, and the lack of universal healthcare while the richest one percent drive around in gold-plated limousines; and send a quenelle to the politicians who brought us these things while pledging their eternal, undying support for Israel;

Send a Quenelle to AIPAC for the fortitude lacking, for the slurs, intimidations, accusations of anti-Semitism, the lost careers, and send a quenelle on behalf of the Helen Thomases, those who went against the grain, who stood up and spoke truth in the face of the run-to-slumber masses, ducking their heads as they duck for cover from the eternally-knifing opprobrium

Send a quenelle to AIPAC and the twittering, sycophantic fools who run the universities, and whose job it is to confiscate freedom of thought, unlearn learning, and smash the car windows of free speech—all on behalf of one certain group of people, so they can go on robbing, plundering, and slow-genociding another people;

Send a quenelle to AIPAC for the broken bones and torn flesh of those shot with rubber-coated steel bullets, for the tears, mingled with the dust, from the ones driven out of their homes;

Send a quenelle into the darkness of the human mind that could conceive of a God who ordered genocide, who branded innocent children as “Amalekites” and commanded their total destruction and annihilation;

And send a quenelle for the lost dreams, the stolen futures, the student loan debt piling up higher and higher while billions a year continue to get shoveled to Israel—the parasite that seemingly can’t be pulled off, poisoned off, or eliminated with antibiotics or antiviral medications.

Paddling our boats through a lost stream of time,
Brackish waters, and forms in a diaphanous mist
Pass under us, over us, in a never-straight line;
The boat suddenly angles in an ill-defined list—

Hope, optimism, promise, achievement,
Fall to the wayside, ambling knaves,
The giraffe-necked librettist’s puzzled bereavement
Ahead, behind us, to the end of our days.

Send a quenelle to AIPAC
Send a quenelle to AIPAC
Send a quenelle to those who love nothing
Send a quenelle for the angels with clipped wings
Send a quenelle to AIPAC

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They’re Back!

Let the ass kissing begin…


h/t The Goon Squad

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The Herman Rosenblat Holocaust Fantasy Award

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In honor of Herman Rosenblat, infamous liar and fantasist, who recently died, I have constructed an award for future Holocaust Fantasists. Simply fill in the name on the gold banner.

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h/t DC Dave and John Kaminski for the idea

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Trifling with Twitter

Trifling with Twitter

by DC Dave

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Until this week, from all that I had heard of Twitter, it was mainly just something else for young people to do with their personal devices to waste their time, or it was a way for celebrities to communicate with their fans and occasionally embarrass themselves.  I had certainly never given any thought to signing up for it.  I had my longstanding web site already, and the limitation to 140 characters (including spaces) for each message, I reasoned, prevented anyone from saying anything of much importance.  Moreover, the very words, “twitter” and “tweet,” fairly shouted frivolity.  The whole notion was off-putting

Then, an experience last week changed my thinking.  Normally, I only send my articles to my mailing list, but this time I was so pleased with a new poem that I decided to send it around:

To Two Bruised Newsmen

Let’s hear it for Williams and Sanchez.

Each fell from the anchorman’s booth.

One was brought down for lying,

The other for telling the truth.           

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It was well received.  One of the recipients particularly pleased me when he said that he was putting it on his Twitter feed.  My satisfaction was somewhat dampened, though, when I checked his tweet and found that he had omitted the title and the first four words of the poem.  The title is important to show that it is a toast.  The first four words of the sarcastic first line are essential for the poem’s meter.  I then conveyed my mixed feelings by noting to the tweeter, being as diplomatic as I could, that he had “chipped the nose off my little artwork.”

He responded promptly, reminding me of Twitter’s character limitations.  At that, I expressed my appreciation for his edifying me, and an idea was born.  If I could make a strong statement with a poem that came so close to meeting the Twitter restrictions, it occurred to me, why couldn’t I make just a little additional effort to squeeze a finished product into the mold?  Then it occurred to me further that in many instances I had already done that.  Take, for instance, “Who’s Right on 9/11?

I’ll come to the conclusion that

My common sense requires

When it’s 9/11 truthers

Versus 9/11 liars.

It makes the cut, even with the title, and so does “Mexico North,” including full punctuation:

Here is the plan linguistic:

A modern day Tower of Babel.

It goes with the plan economic:

Elite using downtrodden rabble.

In fact, looking back only over some of my more recent poetic productions, I discovered another sarcastic toast to one of our more prominent anchormen, and this one requires no chipping around the edges to pass Twitter muster:

Let’s hear it for Anderson Cooper,

Who’s 21st Century bold.

He’s totally out of the closet,

But he hasn’t come in from the cold.

twitter-conversation-popup-icone-9624-2561The more I thought of it, the more the idea of posting verse on Twitter and even crafting it especially for that medium appealed to me.  It appealed to me, in part, for the same reason that traditional verse with its rhyme and meter appeals to me, and most modern poetry, I’m sorry to say, repulses me.  There is beauty in the form and a bracing intellectual challenge in its creation.  As Robert Frost said, “Writing blank verse is like playing tennis without a net.”  Writing old-fashioned verse for Twitter, to continue the tennis simile, would be like playing tennis with a somewhat higher net.

But poetry can have structure without the usual rhyme and meter.  There is traditional Japanese haiku, for instance, with its three phrases of five, seven, and five on (approximating English syllables) respectively.  One could write haiku to his heart’s content on Twitter and never worry the least bit about running afoul of the character restrictions.

Eureka! Better than haiku for Twitter, it suddenly occurred to me, would be something that I noticed and wrote about back in 1999:

Papa John Trifles

Has anyone taken particular note of the short, punchy three-line form of expression that the people at Papa John pizzas have turned into a slogan?

Better ingredients,

Better pizza,

Papa John.

I think it has the potential to be used poetically much like the Japanese use haiku, but the meter is such that it sits much better with the English ear. Maybe with practice one can recognize a haiku expression as soon as he hears it, but I almost always have to count the syllables to be sure, and that sort of spoils the appreciation of the thing. And how appropriate to America that someone on Madison Avenue would come up with this new form of literary expression instead of one of the pointy-headed crowd!

Now let’s give it a small, poetic trial run:

The dogwoods are blooming;

The tax forms are sent;

Spring is here.

or,

The smell of the lilacs,

The sound of your voice.

Let’s hold hands.

Okay, so they’re a little longer than the Papa John slogan, but they share the three lines and the descending number of syllables per line. This little art form needs a name, and because of its number of lines and its overall modesty we might play on words and call it a “Papa John trifle,” or, if you will, a “DC Dave trifle,” or just a “trifle” for short, and the context will show what you mean. Of course, if someone else can come up with a better name, I’m willing to listen.

Here’s an almost “trifle,” taught to me as a high school cheer by a native of the subject city:

We don’t drink;

We don’t smoke;

Norfolk

Last line’s a little too short, I think. Let’s try this one in a subject area with which I am most comfortable:

Best of intentions,

Worst of results,

Janet Reno.

Looks like too many syllables in the last line, but the beat is right so I’d say it works. Now how about:

Sham prosecutor,

Cover-up kid,

Kenneth Starr.

Now we’re cooking. Here’s one inspired by a tee shirt I saw:

“So many interns,

So little time.”

Bill’s lament.

On a more serious and even more topical note we have:

The Serbs are intransigent;

Our troops can’t go in.

Bombs away!

And finally, we have this warning of what can happen when you have complete control of the air but no other military advantage. It’s Bernard Fall’s summing up of the battle of Dien Bien Phu, the climactic siege of the French phase of the Indochina War, from his book, Hell in a Very Small Place.

Ten thousand prisoners,

Five thousand dead.

A lost war.

I would like to encourage others to try their hand at a “trifle” or two, or with whatever they might want to call it.

David Martin

April 22, 1999

p.s. Readers might have noticed that some years after I wrote this, Toyota came up with something of a Papa John copy-cat slogan, “More choices, better choices, Toyota.”  (March 17, 2005)

The word play in the term I propose, in case you didn’t notice, is that the word “trifle,” although it has a different root and unrelated meaning, in this instance can suggest “three” as with the words “triple” or “triangle.” We should also note that, as a general rule, as the beats get shorter we progress from the more general to the more specific. I don’t think the rules should be as rigid as they are for haiku or, say, limericks, though. The work just needs to “sound right.”

Something else that I failed to note in my article is that the Papa John slogan and our derivatives from it appeal to the ear and to the emotions because they employ the “rule of three.” Omne trium perfectum, all sets of three are perfect or complete, as the Latin suggests. Haiku and our proposed “Twitter trifles,” (new and improved with alliteration) may be thought of as simply two short art forms that have similar rhetorical power because, among other things, each obeys the rule of three.

Fifteen years have now passed since that first “trifle” trial run and the reference to Attorney General Janet Reno “rescuing” children at Waco by ultimately burning them to death might not be understood by a large percentage of today’s audience, and the mention of Kenneth Starr might bring to mind only Bill Clinton’s shenanigans with Monica Lewinsky. Actually, we were referring more to his work in covering up the murder of Vincent Foster.

Although these cases have continuing relevance to today’s political scene, it’s not hard to think of Twitter trifles that are closer to current events. Let’s try (Why not?) three of them:

Neocon darling

Sparkplug for war

Vicki Nuland

Premature broadcast

Pulled down on itself

Building 7

Change to believe in?

He’s not MLK.

“I have a drone.”

This sort of writing for Twitter goes in precisely the opposite direction from what Lance Ulanoff recommends in his PC Magazine article, “How to Tweet Like a Pro in 140 Characters—or Less.” While I am proposing that we use the Twitter restrictions as an impetus for enriching the English language with a new art form whose time has finally come, he would have us further impoverish it by employing the sort of language butchery found in a teenager’s text message. I trust that not too many people will heed his advice and will simply tighten up their communication with things like Twitter trifles. At the very least, I trust that they will enjoy mine.

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David Martin @dcdave2u

February 24, 2015

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Choose Your Poison

canna_risk5At the risk of seeming contrary since I added a new header for the blog that contains a rally cry for those who first stood up against taxes meant for the poor man in early American history (“Huzzah for the Whiskey Boys”), I wanted to show readers that my claims of Cannabis demonizing by the government/media/corporations has been shown to be propaganda and outright lies.

If interested, you should read about the Whiskey Rebellion and how us “White Indians” took on the Watermelon Army.

Many of us have been hoodwinked into believing all the lies about cannabis. It took $Billions and a constant many decades long pushRgvS7 from those who profit from the prohibition to make you so uneducated about the subject.

But, as is my nature, I find that any time officials tell me some storyline, I already know it to be bullshit 99% of the time. I also have the benefit of several decades of personal knowledge of the subject and know hundreds of people that understand the same thing… that cannabis is not in any way, dangerous to one’s health and welfare. The biggest issue with cannabis is the police state that has been formed around that lie. The most dangerous thing that could ever happen to a cannabis user is being arrested and one’s life ruined. It has absolutely nothing to do with the “danger” of the drug, no matter what this moron, OK Rep Markwayne Mullin says about it:

At a town hall meeting last night, Oklahoma Second District Congressman Markwayne Mullin slammed President Barack Obama for suggesting that recreational marijuana use is no more dangerous than social drinking, the Tulsa World‘s Randy Krehbiel reports.

Rep. Mullin was responding to a question about Obama’s position on marijuana, and he did so in a way that very closely resembled the argument favored by Fox News’ Sean Hannity — “I can drink a beer or two and I don’t really feel anything,” Hannity is fond saying, but “you can’t smoke a joint and not feel something.”

When asked about the president’s position, Rep. Mullin replied that “you can be a social drinker and not get drunk,” but “there’s no way you can take a drag on a joint without feeling it.”

“You can not — and I can’t speak to this, because I’m one of these guys who’s never tasted a drug in his life — but there is no way you can take a drag off a joint and not feel a little different. It alters your way of thinking.”

Rep. Mullin continued by saying that “those who smoke marijuana do so to get high, that’s the only purpose. There’s no other reason.”

“What about pain?” asked one town hall attendee.

“Pain?” a visibly annoyed Mullin replied. “Pain? I have screws and plates in me from [my head] to my toes, so I know about pain. The pain doesn’t go away, you just mask it (with drugs). The pain is still there. You have to learn to deal with it. Then you can move on with your life.”

“The only thing that [pain] does is give you an excuse [as to] why you can’t do something, of why you can’t accomplish something — ‘because I hurt.’”

God_made_weed,_man_made_beerI have had countless people explain to me how bad weed is. That it is worse than alcohol and as bad as heroin, crack, etc. Many, if not most of those people have NEVER even tried it, much less used it for any medical reasons. Perhaps there are a few people that have problems with it (I have one dear friend that says it makes him so paranoid that he won’t use it… but he drinks a 12 pack or more daily). I contend that most paranoia is based upon what one thinks might happen if they get caught by the police (or employer), not that the stuff makes them paranoid in and of itself (although there may be some that experience this). It would be such a small minority of users to make it insignificant. Differing strains have different effects on people, so if paranoia is an issue, find a strain that doesn’t induce it. (Of course, this would be easier if one could go to the liquorweed store and buy the exact strain they want like picking out your preferred Vodka)

My push has become a medical pursuit, but I also know that this is a freedom related issue. One should be free to use something that is so much less hazardous/damaging than alcohol (which, as I mentioned, is used by some of the very same ones who argue against marijuana in the first place), even IF there sole reason is to “get high”. Will Mark or Hannity tell me that people do not use alcohol to “get high”? Seriously? It was the only reason I ever used it. There certainly is hardly any medical benefit from it, yet I can (and have) posted hundreds of articles and links that prove marijuana efficacy.

Someone like MarkyMark Dumbass of OK, who has NEVER “tasted a drug in his life”, is going to explain to someone who has “tasted drugs” for a majority of his life, that it is not beneficial or IS worse than alcohol (btw: I don’t drink any more because the stuff makes me sick, kills people, and I have seen it ruin lives… none of which holds true with cannabis) has no factual basis except propaganda to go by. (I’m sure that the substantial donation from the National Beer Wholesalers Assn has nothing to do with his anti-pot platform)

I’m sorry, but anyone who has never tried it and wants to explain to those who have how awful it is should stfu because they do not know what they are talking about.

Period.

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White Slaves

 Where are my reparations?

WHITE-SLAVES-134423207196_xlargeDon’t I deserve part of that $777TRILLION, since my ancestors were the first slaves brought here?

Black people have been given an invalid trump card to use any time they have the need to obscure facts or to garner sympathy (and perhaps some sort of reparations). They use this card to also justify their animalistic attacks against their imagined oppressors, the white race.

Yes, there were thousands of blacks sold and used in slavery. But what gives them the sole claim to this tragedy when there were as many, if not more, white slaves, too? Not only that, but the first slaves brought to America were white.

The enslavement of Whites extended throughout the American colonies and White slave labor was a crucial factor in the economic development of the colonies. Gradually it developed into a fixed system every bit as rigid and codified as negro slavery was to become. In fact, negro slavery was efficiently established in colonial America because Black slaves were governed, organized and controlled by the structures and organization that were first used to enslave and control Whites. Black slaves were “late corners fitted into a system already developed.” (Ulrich B. Phillips, Life and Labor in the Old South, pp. 25-26).

 

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The black slave trade was run by Jews who were white imposters. The Jew uses this trick to hide within our group, while continuing their criminality as a tribe. How many times white_slavery-21have other races accused white folks for doing what a Jewish infiltrator is guilty of? And yes, they find their suitable white goyim to be their face and to distance themselves from their participation, allowing blame to be thrust onto the white race, as a whole.

The fact of the matter is that Jewish families, by huge amounts, owned more slaves than the average white family. Its just that they hide within our group to keep their guilt hidden and are allowed to blame us for everything. As a matter of fact, very few white families owned slaves, no matter how hard the narrative tries to implicate all of our families.

Truth is that white people were the ones that STOPPED slavery, except in Africa and other places where those people STILL enslave people (but you don’t see it here, do you?). No, they want to continue the lie while their own are still enslaving theirs to this day.

And not that you will ever hear about Israel’s continued slave trade for their wall humpers, but what does not happen here in America, is still going on in Israel.

h/t DiggerForTruth

This is an excellent interview of Michael Hoffman regarding his book, The Untold History of the Enslavement of Whites in Early America:

Read excerpts from Rabbi Marc Lee Raphael’s book, Jews and Judaism in the United States: A Documentary History

Also, See The Jewish Onslaught

(On a side mote, I want to give a black man, Walter Williams, as a “gracious and generous grantor“, a small measure of appreciation for his granting me and other European descendants, a Proclamation of Amnesty and Pardon. Too bad he doesn’t understand that black people weren’t the only slaves and were actually a minority in the early American slave trade. But, at least he goes to some length to set part of the issue correctly.)

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