Hypocrisy discussed

I’ll speak for myself here. America’s my country, and the only one I’d be keen to fight and die for if the peril was great enough to need my sorry old hide set against it. I feel strong extranational attachments, though: attachments on behalf of which I’d be willing to give up money or time—or even, under conceivable circumstances, want to see my country commit warlike acts.
There’s the Anglosphere, that great collection of British-settler nations, together with Britain herself, in which I feel most at home, and which, in my opinion, have attained the fairest, freest, and least corrupt systems of government ever known to man.
Beyond the Anglosphere there is Western civilization—nations culturally descended from Jerusalem, Athens, Rome, Germania, Byzantium, medieval Christendom, and the Enlightenment.

It remains the case that any fair-minded person must be an Israel sympathizer. A hundred years ago there were Jews and Arabs living in that part of the Ottoman Empire. After the Ottoman collapse both peoples had a right to set up their own ethnostates.

It has been the furiously intransigent Arab denial of this fact, not anything Israelis have done, that has been the root cause of all subsequent troubles.

It is also indisputably the case, as has often been said, that if Hamas, Hezbollah, and the rest were to lay down their arms, there would be peace in Palestine, while if Israel were to lay down her arms, the Israelis would be slaughtered.
At some level, I’ll agree, this is not our business. North of five million people have been slaughtered in the Congo this past twelve years, and nobody much (no, not me—how about you?) has lost a wink of sleep over it.
The Congo is nothing to me. Israel is something to me. It’s an outpost of my civilization, organized on principles I agree with, inhabited by people I could live at ease with. They defend themselves, their borders, their interests, with the kind of vigor and thick-skinned determination I’d like to see my nation display. (If only!) I admire them and wish them well.
There’s an affinity. In some tenuous sense, they are me, and I am them. The Gazans? I’ll care about them right after I start caring about the Congo.

Well, I’ll disagree with the final sentence. I’ll start caring about the Gaza Palestinians not after I start caring about the Congolese, (because I already care more about the Congolese than I do the Gazans) but after the ‘Peace Activists’ who cuddle up to the NeoNAZI Hamas theocrats start caring about Christians in Egypt, Christians in Pakistan, Pakistanis in Dubai, women in Saudi, the Dalits in India, gays in Iran, albinos in Tanzania, and anyone else, anywhere else, including the Congolese in the Congo.

You notice that no one ever talks about helping the poor Palestinians on the West Bank any more? In fact, these buggers seem to have been airbrushed out. I guess the spectacular economic boom they have been enduring for the last few years, now they aren’t trying to slaughter Israelis every day, really doesn’t fit the ‘poor and downtrodden’ narrative.

Anyway, wanna see a picture of Turkish peace activists? Try this -

Nice huh? Want to join them on a peaceful aid flotilla? If you do, be my guest, and who knows, with a bit of (bad) luck you might even survive.

H/T Jihad Watch

And remember We Con the World? Try this from the same crowd.

Sod it, this is so good, and sane, I’m sticking it up again. Enjoy.