Speculation is rife on this sudden change of heart. Was it payoff, threat or reason that got the man to back off? Whichever is true, the war continues at pace and there’s no end in sight till non-Jews are evicted from ancestral homes. We outsiders can only be outraged by the repetitive carnage and the powerful forces, which require this strife to go on for profit, never mind that Israelis are also mere hostages of the same cabals.
Your humble scribbler must confess that it was only five years ago that he met his first Palestinian. He claimed that the true enemies aren’t the Jews but external Arab forces. They bamboozled their people in every possible way, from sending divisions of men to fight with the Nazis to boasting that Jews were to be driven into the sea, it only added fuel to the fire. The lightly armed Palestinian numbers were no match for weaponry against them. In pretzel logic fashion, Arabs despise them for losing God’s favour.
If God Almighty meant them to live any other way, He would have given them the strength to throw off the yoke of occupation. All that is forthcoming is guns and alms and that serves no decent purpose for anyone when war is endless. Truly, something mysterious is at work in the holey land but it’s not God making people suffer equally on both sides of the conflict. Depleted uranium dust attacks everybody, Israelis too!
The weapons industry and their backers in the international banks can’t possibly allow any deviation from their purpose. Israel is a crucible and a people hardened by the tenacity of their enemies were bound to arrive at the impasse witnessed today. Never mind that giving a few crumbs from the billions they spent on armaments might have compelled a majority of Palestinians to emigrate, there wouldn’t be anyone left to fight in that instance, hobbled enemies are too commonplace to swallow as coincidence!
We don’t know who helped change Goldstone’s opinion but that in itself doesn’t mean they have a solely Hebrew lineage. The hardest Zionists in the world come from the quasi-Christian US Bible Belt, for them war with the Caananites might as well have been last week. Our planet is run by satanic mafias but some imply all the world’s Jews are in on the conspiracy stretching the imagination far too far.
One entusiastic proponent of the theory in London, a loud, bombastic Swiss-American expatriate is dead certain all the Jews are to blame for everything. We do our best to stay friendly this side of the pond but hate politics is just bad form. His unsolicited and unoriginal input was politely declined, he stopped proselytising and consequently, we still saw each other but didn’t socialise for years, his insipid fixations proved too much.
The week before Christmas 2010, he was hospitalised and remained comatose for a total of 31 days. Much to your humble scribblers astonishment, I was named next of kin and was given the unwelcome choice of deciding when to pull the plug on the life-support machinery. In a test to determine whether the brain was still working, trapped inside a drugged up body, a movement of eyebrows and timed facial twitches revealed there was still someone left to save in there. He may have been a verified jerk but he received human compassion. Whether it was deserved is another matter!
The hospital staff relented and in the course of a few days, his other friends were contacted to find out the particulars should he not recover. A Protestant funeral was suggested because he might be a Lutheran, another reminded us there are still many German Catholics. Was he of German extract? That could explain a few things but nobody knew for sure. Taking a turn for the worse, his body began to bloat and the hospital sent adminstrative staff to speak with his pretend appointed kinsman, moi.
The lady must have had special grief training and was very dedicated to doing her job correctly. She knew everything about the patient, his past medical history, that he was a known smoker/alcoholic but they didn’t hold it against him in any way. In fact, she even offered to hand over a list of funeral directors she’d looked up on her own time and then floored yours truly with the most unexpected of ironic bombshells. Would we, his friends like to call in a Rabbi for last rites or shall the hospital do it, just in case?
Sudden laughter and a wisecrack about ‘serving him right‘ didn’t win us any friends. The lady assured us that although he’d claimed to be ethnic Swiss, the surname’s a Yiddish extraction from Poland, synagogue registers listed ancestors, they’d Googled it. He’s fully recovered and now resting at home but for some reason, he still hasn’t called to say thanks for making sure the plug didn’t get pulled on him. Go figure!
