“Every time anyone says that Israel is our only friend in the Middle East, I can’t help but think that before Israel, we had no enemies in the Middle East.” Fr. John Sheehan, S.J.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
“We say little if not egged on by vanity" - Framcois Duc de la Rochefoucauld.
We are all vain. It is our greatest feature. It can be our downfall. It is what we are. It is our individuality...our separateness from others. We couldn't exist without it. My vanity used to be physical, now it is here. I want now to rise above the milieu. The commonplace perception of the world and our human experience.
I want to be remembered, as we all do. I want to be quoted. I want to be that glorious me. I want. We all do. We all try to attain this heaven on earth...this reason. Most fail. Some don't. Oh well.
That being said, I wonder if we here sounding the horn of anti-judaism will be remembered as final nay-sayers. Those that were at the forefront of the last pogrom. Those that will have...I dunno...holographic statues erected in our honor some day. One has to think about this. It supplies some portion of impetus. To be able to say at some point, "I warned you...you wouldn't listen". One has to recognize this. But are we of the variety of those ruled by our vanity? Those preening "always right" types. Or is any recognition we receive merely a perk? A bit of ego-candy.
Well there are all types out here. I like to think no matter what drives Les Visible, or Noor, or Gilad, or any of us...is first, a true regard for humanity outside ourselves. The recognition that others too have their vanities. They too need to be respected, understood and heard. For when vanity is crushed, all is lost in the human measure.
I look toward the Middle-East and I see glorious human vanity feeding off of itself and celebrating. Marching toward the den of the beast in brilliant camaraderie. It is at the same moment awe-inspiring and terrifying. The barbarian that they face is hideous in the power it wields, and the manipulation that it commands.
Just this morning I read on CNN(you have to watch the monster to decipher his next move) two major stories about protest in Iran. About how Iran is being hypocritical in their praise of the Egyptian revolt by executing "protesters"...when anyone with eyes to see, can understand that these provocateurs are supplied by the West...probably Mossad. They still beat the drums of war...even now, in the face of this awesome peaceful regional rebellion. Well they would. They are the voice of zionism...they are the western jew.
As we spend a great deal of our daily lives, hammering out these revelations contrary to their MSM propaganda...will it be worth the effort given? Will our occasional absence from our daily routines and families, given to a cause of writing...give it's equal in return?
I started to talk about vanity. That reflection. That way we see ourselves in the eyes of others.
Forgive me my following sojourn into the emotion. But I can't help myself this morning. I have flown the Palestinian flag on my brick-and-vinyl for a long time. I just assumed that few got it...understood my meaning...my intent. Oh well.
This morning when I raised my garage door, I noticed the neighbors down the block...a normal family from the area, not outstandingly different from any other family in the neighborhood...were flying the flag of Egypt. This flag replaced an amerikan one that always flapped in the breeze on their house. It made the old ticker swell a bit. This gesture to humanity.Sure...maybe they were moved to do such a thing by the mixed signals coming from their jewvision box. Sure...maybe they don't categorically fathom the true beast against which the Egyptians have revolted. But on this beautiful spring day with the colors of Egypt and Palestine complementing a blue sky in my little world within the nest of the ogre that is judaism...it matters little. I will remember this. Whether they took their cue from me, or their own heart of hearts...or their own vanity...I will remember.
Posted by Timster at 11:05 AM