Palestine and the Logical Heathen

17 July 2020

2337

Patient Reader . . .

Look. Ok. I get it. Much of the world doesn't recognise Palestine, and most of those countries are in the West. However, 138 UN member countries DO consider Palestine as at least a partially recognised state, and a neighbour of Israel

(https://www.express.co.uk/news/world/1310358/Palestine-map-why-is-Palestine-not-on-Google-Maps-removed-taken-off-Palestine-news),

but for some reason Zion and it's “Ists” seem to get the sympathy and the lion's share of, well, everything. 

I'm not going to go into the owner/operators of Google and/or Apple because you know what? It doesn't fucking matter. 

I'm no white supremacist. In fact, although white is in my background, I'm not considered white, especially by whites. My supremacy is still a matter of debate, however, as is the wearing of masks amongst the Replorables within the U.S. of A.  And if it seems I digress, don't worry; I'll be coming back ‘round to that, shortly. 

As I was saying, Palestine is under illegal occupation by the pseudo-country of Israel. I know, I know. It's a tribal thing. It's been happening for centuries, Canaanites Vs  Israelites, etc. 

Israel is no longer fighting for a State- they have it. Palestinians are no longer fighting to KEEP their State- they're now The Resistance, fighting occupiers marching in their streets, shooting at anyone in a keffiyeh. Okay, I'll be the first to say how I oversimplified the above. I'm aware of the nuances and the sudden twists and turns of the situation day to day. All I know is that, historically, the occupied have always beaten back the occupiers. It's just a matter of time. 

Earlier, I brought up the Replorables in government, and I am specifically calling out the governors and those in the Senate. 

Nobody wants to step up and join in the chorus of ‘wear a fucking mask, test, track and trace, and wash your hands/don't touch your face.’ Like it's a political thing. Like all we need to do is convert to Replorable Christianity and all will be well. 

You see, Jesus won't come back until Solomon's Temple is rebuilt. (Told you we’d be back to this).

Problem with that? Well, The Dome of the Rock, Al-Haram Al-Sharif in Jerusalem, currently occupies the site upon which Solomon's Temple existed. That's why the Christians are so hot to praise Zion, and why the Christians in Congress are so hot to give Israel circa 3.1 billion dollars per year.

Since the "founding” of Israel in 1948, and adjusting for inflation, we've given Israel somewhere in the area of 252.7 BILLION dollars. So, a quarter TRILLION dollars. That's 12 zeroes. That's right. Twelve.

By contrast, we used to give Palestine around $600 million a year, that is, until Donald J. Trump cut off aid to Palestine and moved our embassy from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, seemingly just to piss off every reasonable person in the world.  

Now we have map sites removing Palestine altogether because, well, why the fuck not?

Interesting also, is that the borders of Israel keep changing. It was once (in Moses’/Joshua’s day) bordered by Moab to the west (of the Dead Sea) Phoenicia to the northwest, Ammon, Geshur and Aram to the east-northeast, and more or less the Negev Desert to the south. 

Today, its borders are Lebanon to the north, Jordan to the east, The Mediterranean Sea to the west, and Egypt to the south. I've heard Zionists say Israel is meant to reach from the Nile to the Euphrates. No Arabs, no Semites at all save Israelis. All because of a book, a novel, really, a tome of ancient fucking folklore rife with mythology stolen from the Sumerians, Babylonians, Egyptians, etc. A book, simply put, rife with errors and contradictions. Just because Mother Goose said Jack and Jill went up the hill doesn’t necessarily make it fucking so.

That's all I have for now, as it's 0100 on a Friday, and I'm getting ready to hit the sack. But I'll be back with plenty more to say, ohhhh, you can West Bank on that. 

Introductions and the Logical Heathen

18 July 2020

1712 hrs

Well, Patient Reader, here we are once again

I was avoiding it, heeding the voice in the back of my mind, telling me to start blogging again. Blog about the world in 2020, a year half over, half finished, half in the hole and half out, half full and correspondingly, half empty. The Democrat says, 'The glass is half-empty," whereas the Replorable says, "Who the fuck took half my water?"

Before I push my mind and words further, let's first understand that this blog follows no rules but the ones I myself ratify and are subject to change on the mercurial capriciousness of my whims. Some are here, but this list is by no means exhaustive:

1. I use my words as both weapons and balms to illustrate the images in my brain, faulty or not. As I suffer from Bipolar Disorder, who knows what the fuck will happen?  And I say "fuck" a lot, so . . . 

I suppose I must leave that opinion up to you, which, as my Patient Reader, I do with the intellectual vanity of William of Baskerville, and to the measure of my own chagrin. 

2. These words I fashion from plowshares to swords and back, from Greek fire to the  honey bee salve of metaphorical music to soothe that savage breast, all of them originating from a brain unchanged, however small and limited, for 300,000 years, and all without the use of a thesaurus.  

That's right. I don't believe in the ill-gotten vocabulary exploited by the lexicon often called the cousin to the dictionary. I'm not the high schooler assigned a book report and who uses the thesaurus to amplify and aggravate said report and my teacher. Nope, that ain't me.  Of course I joke about the dictionary's cousin, yet I am serious about availing myself of the tools of the lexicon of authors, which I don't claim to be . . . I'm just a failed writer turned blogger who vents and spouts and squirts pro re nata. I will, however, reference other sources: knowledge from my history books gathering dust in a stack somewhere. I will,  I am sure,  frequently The Urban Dictionary, which- as if you didn't know, is exactly what its name says it is. 

For those ten or eleven of you who are unaware of this plethora of 1's and 0's, this branch of binary brainery, binomial bilateralismo belonging, bound boldly, blindly, blindingly bright, bathing, basking . . .? Ready to spring forth from screens. My words, to be honest, to describe the flood of intellectual Gummy Bears therein, and I encourage you to visit The UD and to donate generously. 

I am a huge fan of The Palmer Report and Strongly recommend that good people  subscribe to read it,  sign up to donate to it, and be glad that we have the first amendment in the sad and sometimes archaic and arcane Constitution's Bill of Rights. It's good fortune to know that, but for a simple change of words I'll get back to that.*

Additionally, my posts will piss someone off. All of you some of the time, some of you all of the time, and all of you, well, ACTUALLY i may piss all of you off all of the time. To those who are pissed, please leave a comment addressing your concerns, contrasts, comparisons . . . Or you can just get the fuck out, too. You know where the door is. 

I am a political junkie, super-liberal progressive socialist swine and DAMN proud of it. I grew up in a conservative house in a conservative neighborhood in a conservative city in a conservative state, so believe me when I tell you oh my,yes, Patient Reader, I do know the Devil I know. 

I am also antireligion. Not necessarily just antiXian, though definitely that, but I am a firm believer that it is religion that has fucked our species ever since we troglodytes crawled out of our caves and blamed lightning on some capricious man (it's always a man, ain't it?) in the sky who may or may not grant wishes. 

I will blaspheme. I will be sacrilegious. I will even insult you Christ-lickers and not even feel bad about it. Get over it. Please?  Either that, or forgive me. 

3. In addition to NOT availing the  Brainlessness end to the cranium from a necessity I will tell you right now that MISSPELLINGS and [sic]s Drain of the bolg, the uncommon usage of the style of my very own neologisms/neojonisms. So, to sum up, all typos, the [sic]s that may run like packs of wolves on their quarry. Neologism/jonism is just the way of the world. I live in this world of invented words.  I suggest you Adapt or Perish. They sometimes sneak into the marrow of the funny bone. But that WOOT of the coochie coochie coo? That's up to you and not to me. Hee hee hee. 

4. I've been accused of being a sufferer of Tall Poppy Syndrome. Fuck you, assholes. If you were as cool as me you wouldn't feel as if I cut you down. Don't know what to tell you. Get some confidence. 

5. This blog will very often include multiple redundant and repetitive modifiers, as I find them to be very worthwhile to use. Hey, if the POTUS can do it, why can't I just walk up to them and grab 'em by the dangling participles?

Anyhoo. I hope there will be things I say that you will like, or maybe even find profound. I do believe I'll say plenty of things with which you will agree, judging from the likes and retweets I get on my Twitter account, the eponymous LogicalHeathen @logicalheathen .

I also pronounce "agoraphobia" as it is said to do below: (notice the schwa ‘e’ and the stress on the 4th syllable.) It's NOT pronounced "uh GORA foe bee yuh" like so many of you say, thinking you're correcting me. You're not. You're simply perpetuating stupidity. It's pronounced thusly;

agoraphobia

[ˌaɡ(ə)rəˈfəʊbɪə]

So  now that the baseline has been established I will leave you be, until the next post that will find us getting down into the grittiest of nitties. 

Please check back periodically and see what's new and what's not. And whatever else. I look forward to addressing you once again, Patient Reader, and don't be a stranger, just be strange. 

Au revoir, meines freundes.