My brother Occi, I don’t think that Loooool is at all helpful.
For me “everything possible” includes self immolation or assassination.
Suicide by pig.
I’m still too timid to light myself on fire.
But, there’s a local US house rep who could easily sport a bullseye.
But, it’s not a simple matter: taking a life.
Shouldn’t be…..ever.
Self defense in the face of imminent harm is one thing.
Hunting a fellow human, even an inhuman one, is a whole other matter.
I’m not Israeli, so killing doesn’t come easy to me.
While I experience severe pain each and everyday, the idea of being on fire is still too frightening for me.
When I think about a heroic death, I think about Rachel Corrie.
I know that you’re angry.
I’m angry, and sad, and half crazy with grief, myself.
We need an army.
Flying solo ain’t gonna get it done.
If what Bushnell did didn’t move the needle, I don’t see how anybody going it alone can.
To quote that cocksuckin’ cretin, creep, Clinton, “I feel your pain.”
I wish I could make it go away.
I don’t know.
I don’t assume the worst, but I don’t know.
I have a very simple litmus test.
If you’re pro Israel, you’re my enemy.
No exceptions.
And, at this point, depending upon what is said, I may bash in your head.
Specifically, not you.
But, if you approve of the state of the Jews, we ain’t gonna get along.
I listened to a gutsy young kid, go on a tirade about how the Jews own and operate America.
He was called every name in the book.
Racist, misogynist, homophobe, antisemite.
I repeated, and repeated, and repeated that Palestinians are semites.
To no avail.
Then a dude threatened/tried to hurt the courageous kid.
Dude almost got his guts spilled by my blade.
I take this Palestine shit seriously.
It’s been on my plate since 1968.
I shoulda done more.
I shoulda done better.
I’m ashamed at my less than stellar efforts.
My Palestinian flags, and my beautiful, big mouth, haven’t done a god damn bit of good.
Gaza is gone, and a piece of me with it.
I shoulda went there, somehow.
Sharin’ books, and films, and anecdotes isn’t/wasn’t good enough, for them, or for me.
I feel like a failure.
I’ve been dreaming of a free Palestine since I was a kid.
My dream is dead, along with all of them moms and dads and their kids.
Makes me sick.
I think that I’d prefer to be blown to bits in Palestine.
At least I’d experience solidarity there.
Here there’s only indifference.
My brother Occi, I don’t think that Loooool is at all helpful.
For me “everything possible” includes self immolation or assassination.
Suicide by pig.
I’m still too timid to light myself on fire.
But, there’s a local US house rep who could easily sport a bullseye.
But, it’s not a simple matter: taking a life.
Shouldn’t be…..ever.
Self defense in the face of imminent harm is one thing.
Hunting a fellow human, even an inhuman one, is a whole other matter.
I’m not Israeli, so killing doesn’t come easy to me.
While I experience severe pain each and everyday, the idea of being on fire is still too frightening for me.
When I think about a heroic death, I think about Rachel Corrie.
I know that you’re angry.
I’m angry, and sad, and half crazy with grief, myself.
We need an army.
Flying solo ain’t gonna get it done.
If what Bushnell did didn’t move the needle, I don’t see how anybody going it alone can.
To quote that cocksuckin’ cretin, creep, Clinton, “I feel your pain.”
I wish I could make it go away.
I don’t know.
I don’t assume the worst, but I don’t know.
I have a very simple litmus test.
If you’re pro Israel, you’re my enemy.
No exceptions.
And, at this point, depending upon what is said, I may bash in your head.
Specifically, not you.
But, if you approve of the state of the Jews, we ain’t gonna get along.
I listened to a gutsy young kid, go on a tirade about how the Jews own and operate America.
He was called every name in the book.
Racist, misogynist, homophobe, antisemite.
I repeated, and repeated, and repeated that Palestinians are semites.
To no avail.
Then a dude threatened/tried to hurt the courageous kid.
Dude almost got his guts spilled by my blade.
I take this Palestine shit seriously.
It’s been on my plate since 1968.
I shoulda done more.
I shoulda done better.
I’m ashamed at my less than stellar efforts.
My Palestinian flags, and my beautiful, big mouth, haven’t done a god damn bit of good.
Gaza is gone, and a piece of me with it.
I shoulda went there, somehow.
Sharin’ books, and films, and anecdotes isn’t/wasn’t good enough, for them, or for me.
I feel like a failure.
I’ve been dreaming of a free Palestine since I was a kid.
My dream is dead, along with all of them moms and dads and their kids.
Makes me sick.
I think that I’d prefer to be blown to bits in Palestine.
At least I’d experience solidarity there.
Here there’s only indifference.
Makes me sick.