Israhell refuses to apologize to Turkey for executing Turkish citizens. Israelis are incensed that they have to be questioned and searched when they leave that hell-hole of theirs and try to enter another country...like say Turkey. Well this is more than just a spat. Turkey has promised to escort future relief ships through the Mediterranean to Gaza...exercising a bit of THEIR "hubris". Or I should say their courage to get back into the neighborhood bully's face. I wish them well. Perhaps they will be the ones to start this hard lesson to be taught to the false jews. I wish the world to see the cowards that are the IDF, get bested at their own game of bullying.
It is a simple lesson to learn. Not bullying, I mean.
When I was a grade-school punk I grew a bit faster than my classmates. I was taller, stronger...and if the truth be known...a bit more of a jerk because of it. This is true. I used to look forward to the walk home from school, because I got to bully the smaller kids. Literally. I remember that to this day. One of those portions of your life...a chapter that you would rather not remember. Anyway...I did. I pushed and shoved and challenged anyone smaller than myself. It was a rush...that power. I had toadies too. Smaller kids that had learned that if they sided with me...they were less likely to get punched in the face. What a miniature asshole was I.
This didn't last very long actually. Kids complained to their parents...parents complained to the school...etc. Upshot....I was called into the principal's office. I remember that like it was yesterday. He asked me if all these horror stories were true...expecting me to lie. Which I did. Then he said "you wanna bully me?" Well, duh...not only no, but HELL no. The guy was over 6ft and built like a brick house. So he tries to get through to me that there is always someone bigger and stronger...and I had better watch out with this path I was on.
I'll never know if he arranged what happened next...although to this day, I suspect he did. His lecture quieted me down for about a day...then I was back to the pushing, shoving and punching and the thrill of it all. All I remember about the incident that day, was pushing a little kid into a pile of dirt on the way home. The next memory was looking up from the ground at his older brother and realizing that I couldn't feel anything in my face. It was numb...and there was blood coming out of my nose. It didn't really hurt that much ...but it scared hell outta me, and I ran all the way home. I lied to my parents about what happened, and never intentionally bullied anyone again in my life. So far. I ain't dead yet. I have been thinking about returning to the M/E...and I just may return to my ways of hubris...so long forgotten.
A friend recently decried that we have very little choice in the matter of how to solve the problem of that shitty little terrorist state that is bullying way too many people in this world. I hear him. A bigger bully may be what is needed. To bloody a few noses.
But maybe not. One thing I know about bullies...is that they are ALL cowards...when it comes right down to it. It comes with the territory. Shakespeare said "Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once..." In the instance of our modern "cowards", one could substitute "six million" for "many times". They enjoy this victim status so much now...but I doubt that they will enjoy it when they are truly taught some hard lessons. For as they treat the Palestinian atrocities they have committed, we can once more turn to the Bard; "...he jests at scars that never felt a wound".
There is a feeling when you are punching and kicking someone else...a feeling of distorted empathy, I think. It is as if you understand the pain you inflict on others so acutely,that you will avoid receiving such misery yourself at all costs. You wish to keep it on a vicarious level. Bullying is an attempt to feel the power of influence that you imagine the courageous feel. Only without having to expend any real energy in sacrifice. The courage in we that are not bullies is reflexive. We separate people fighting, without regard to our own safety. We run back into that burning building without thinking of anything other than those we have to rescue. This type of act is not as uncommon as you might think...in we that are not bullies. It is more nature than thought process. Knee-jerk concern for your fellow man. Effort applied for good. Not vanity. For bullies are vain. And what a surprise that vanity and hubris go hand-in-hand. If there is anything in this cult of judaism that I abhor and stands out above it all, it is this attitude of superiority, for I know first-hand what that produces. Bullying.
I don't know who is going to teach the followers of the talmud their final lesson. The one they don't inflate or forget. The one that remains in their collective conscience, but quietly. The lesson that turns them away from their bullying forever. But someone is going to. They always do. This someone (and it will be many someones) will reflexively bloody some noses. When zionists push too hard...when they tip their hand too many times, it is going to come home to them...and unfortunately, to all with a jewish background. And yes it is a shame that some...even myself at one point...can only be taught this way. But being a bully they know nothing else. They won't listen to reason. I didn't.