Over a 24 hour span, I attended one Pro-Israel rally and one anti-Israel gathering of terrorist murderers.
To describe the stark differences between the human beings that rallied for Israel on Sunday and the savage animals that congregated the day before would be akin to describing night and day. Like night and day, the differences should be self evident.
I was interviewed by FOX Los Angeles, although they edited out my more strident comments about wanting Iran and Syria to have their government buildings turned into 50,000 hole golf courses. Unfortunately I was labeled as a “Pro-Israel Protester” instead of a “Pro-Israel Supporter.” Then again, this is local news. They did not have time to do the story about the escaped Panda from the zoo. Besides, the Palestinians in these crowds would have most likely shot the infidel fuzzy critter.
http://www.myfoxla.com/myfox/MyFox/pages/sidebar_video.jsp?contentId=8232705&version=1&locale=EN-US
For many in the civilized world, self evident means simple concepts must be explained, reexplained, and overexplained until thick skulls are forced to inculcate them.
I use the 24 hour theme because I finally saw the television show “24” for the very first time. I know, everybody else on Earth has been watching it for years. I am not trendy. Within 5 minutes, I realized that occasionally, the masses are completely right. Jack Bauer is my new television hero. Once he told a liberal gasbag Senator where to stick it, I realized that I needed to go back and watch the first six seasons.
We are in a war on terror. War is messy. Self righteousness and piety needs to be replaced with what the purpose of a successful mission is…to get the job done. In the end, many more lives are saved this way. This brings me back to both rallies I attended.
My friend Shane from Political Vindication let me know that an anti-Israel gathering of sub-human garbage was getting together at the Federal Building. I live within walking distance of the Federal Building.
For those wondering why I would refer to a Pro-Palestinian rally as a gathering of the worst elements ever created on Earth, you were not there. I was. This was no peace rally. For coverage of this event, Shane has phenomenal footage. On Tuesday I will be a guest on his progam at 7:15pm PST.
http://politicalvindication.com/?p=3745
Doug from Political Pistachio also came along and played a key role in helping expose the truth.
http://politicalpistachio.blogspot.com/2009/01/wilshire-and-veteran-la-site-of-pro.html
Bloggers Gawfer, Fouse, and Prying 1 also offered solidarity.
http://gawfer.net/2009/01/anti-israeli-protest-in-los-angeles-full-of-hate/
http://www.garyfouse.blogspot.com/
http://prying1.blogspot.com/2009/01/pro-terrorist-or-pro-israel.html
Reverend C. P. Hanson of the Fundamentalist Baptist Church can tell you all about the peace-loving “Palestinians.” They knocked him to the ground and ripped the signs he and his wife were holding. They are both ok.
http://www.fundamentalistbaptistchurch.org/
For those in the Jewish community who are more scared of Pat Robertson holding a book than Osama Bin Laden holding a bomb, they should attend these “peace” rallies where peace is non-existent and murder is celebrated. Reverend Hanson did not try to convert me. He did not force the New Testament upon me. He simply shared a desire to see a world of more peace, love, and tolerance. That requires standing with Israel.
Blogger Snooper at “Take our country back” understands this.
http://takeourcountryback-snooper.blogspot.com/2009/01/supporting-israel-one-post-at-time.html
The rally billed as a pro-Palestinian rally was simply a collection of left wing wack jobs. Yes, there were Palestinians chanting about how Israel murders children, how we must “Free Palestine,” and how Israel is a terrorist nation. There were also Che Guevara supporters, dopey college girls worried that bombs are bad for trees, dopey college boys pretending to care so they could sleep with them, and the dopey professors that still want to smoke a doobie and party like it’s 1968.
They kept chanting about the murdering of innocent babies. Perhaps they thought they were at an abortion rally. Remember, terrorist supporters are not the best and brightest.
Every good myth needs a good debunking the same way every Palestinian terrorist needs a good military shellacking. With that, I offer some debunking of Palestinian myths.
The biggest myth is the Palestinian people themselves. They are a fictional invented people that are every bit as made up out of thin air as the Easter Bunny, unicorns, and Snuffalupagus. The only difference is that in the case of the Palestinians, the air is more rancid.
(I apologize for spoiling the other myths. I will keep quiet about Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy to avoid hurting children.)
The non-Jews living in the West Bank are squatters from Jordan. They are Jordanians. They were kicked out of Jordan for being troublemakers. The non-Jews living in the Gaza Strip are squatters from Egypt. They were Egyptians, and were kicked out of Egypt for…you guessed it…being troublemakers. Yassir “That’s My Bay Terrorist” Arafat, despite credible rumors declaring him as half goat, was Egyptian.
To put things in perspective, these agitators were too crazy for their fellow Middle Eastern Arabs to deal with. Yes, apparently that is possible.
These rabble rousers and political agitators are worse than Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, Roseanne Barr, and even most political science professors. At least they do not use guns. Palestinian terrorists worship guns. This brings us to the myth about children.
Nobody in Israel wants dead children. Nobody in any civilized nation wants dead children. It is the Palestinians murdering their own children and using them as human shields. As for “humanitarian aid,” money for aid is spent on more bombs and guns. The Palestinian people are being murdered by Hamas. It is a civil war. Israel has nothing to do with any of this beyond being innocent victims of murderous Arabs.
There is no Palestine. There is Israel, a nation of people who want peace, and several areas where defective Arabs and their descendants continue to devalue what little value they place on human life.
A bunch of Palestinian savages surrounded me at the rally. They told me to “go home.” Perhaps they cannot tell the difference between Israel and Wilshire Blvd in Los Angeles. This is my home. Perhaps they needed a compass. They definitely need a moral compass.
This is what Palestinians are. They do not want a homeland. They want to kill all Jews. I saw Palestinians try to chase the Jews of Los Angeles off of the streets of Wilshire Blvd. I had plenty of police protection. The cops were friendly, genial, and professional. Yet again, Palestinians will not give Jews an inch of land in this world, not even in Westwood in Los Angeles.
Well Westwood is MY town. I have lived here since 1994. I am not going anywhere. I grabbed a megaphone, and entertained the crowd with my own chants. After all, if the best Palestinians can come up with is, “jihad,” “infidel,” and “zionist donkey occupying aggressor,” then they do not need a homeland. They need a thesaurus.
I offered better chants to the Palestinians.
“1, 2, 3-4-5…have yourselves sterilized…”
“5, 6, 7, 8…you should never procreate…”
I did also chant some of the lyrics to my hit song “Burn Gaza Burn, Disco Inferno.”
Compared to what they chant on a daily basis, I was giving them the verbal equivalent of Kumbaya with a side order of love beads.
Yet one moment I will never forget was when I encountered a Palestinian boy that could not be more than five years old. His parents were walking him and other children past the line of peaceful Jews towards the enraged Palestinian mob. I am not sure why I did it, but I called out to this child, “Little boy!” He looked at me, and I offered him an extended hand of friendship. The boy took my hand and smiled. We shook hands for literally about 60 seconds. His horrified parents looked on, and after one minute of warm friendship, they had had enough.
They pulled the child away, and scolded him for his potential future of decency and humanity. I genuinely hope that if enough people can somehow get to this boy before it is too late, he can escape the culture of suicide and homicide that awaits him. Yet for those who wonder about the “poor, innocent, suffering Palestinian children,” it is vital to understand that it is the Palestinians killing their own children. If anybody wants to show me Palestinians offering to shake hands with Jewish children, I would love to see that framed in a picture with the unicorn and his other furry friends.
Yet the next day, civilization returned to the Federal Building in Los Angeles in the form of a pro-Israel rally.
The crowd was peaceful. Songs of love and harmony were being played. For a Neocon like myself, it was almost too much to stomach. Yet I understand that my level of stridency does not make for good public relations. It also forces me to admit that most of the Jewish community truly does want peace, love, and harmony, while I would prefer unconditional victory over our wretched enemies, with peace as icing on the cake.
Organizations including “Stand With Us” and the ZOA helped make this rally a success from a turnout standpoint and a human decency standpoint.
Naturally, Chabad, the organization that spreads peace worldwide, was in attendance.
People were not chanting about killing all Arabs, or even all Palestinians. They were chanting about peace.
The only reason a police force was even necessary was because a statistically and culturally insignificant group of “Palestinians” launched a counter protest. Yes, the Che Guevara supporters and college dopes were part of that crowd. Thankfully, LAPD quarantined them as any organization would to prevent the disease from spreading.
Other differences between the rallies came in the form of love of the United States of America. At the Pro-Israel rally, American flags were as prominent as Israeli flags. Jews sang “God Bless America,” along with “I’m Israel Chai.” The Jewish people gathered at the Pro-Israel rally shook hands with the LAPD. We thanked the police officers for keeping us safe. We were cooperative.
I even joked with a couple of them. One of them noticed that I disappeared from one of the protests for about 15 minutes. I was hungry, so I ducked out for a hot dog. Also, the officer overheard me mention that it would be nice if both sides could come together and promise to stop scheduling protests that conflict with the NFL Playoffs. The officers hinted that as much as they loved preventing riots, they would not have minded being home for the games as well.
The few acts of violence led to arrests of Palestinians. The Jews did not have this problem. More importantly, they did not cause this problem.
It is one thing to act like barbarians in the Middle East. How does one explain the behavior of Palestinians in the United States?
We are told they are “angry.” When are they not angry?
We are told they are “suffering.” Whose fault is that? Their own.
They do not claim to want peace. I was at the rallies. They did not mention the word “peace.”
I pray that the 5 year old boy I befriended somehow ends up not hating Jews. If he does end up a homicide bomber, God forbid, it will not be because of the hand of friendship I extended to him, that he accepted. It will be solely because of the rejectionism of his own parents.
Palestinian culture is Hamas culture. They are inseparable and identical. Not all Palestinians use the Hamas means of bombs and guns. Yet too many of them, at least an overwhelming majority, support the end goal of the terorrists. Too many of them want to destroy Israel.
I saw it with my own eyes on Wilshire Blvd. They will not remove me from my home. Not one Jew will be displaced from Los Angeles, New York, Miami, or Israel, no matter how loudly the murderous defective Arabs scream and shout.
If they want peace, they will get peace. If they want war, and at this stage they do, they will get it.
May God Bless the USA, Israel, the USA military, the IDF, and honorable people everywhere that want to conquer barbarism and terrorism and preserve civilization.
eric