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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Now You got me worried

Last update: June 26, 2007

June 19, 2007

One blog called my attention yesterday. The blog is one of many Israeli peace blogs and as such often provides good illustrations of the utter lunacy into which political correctness tend to degenerate. Yet the latest post on this blog makes its point so forcefully that it's just impossible to disagree.

The Israeli anti-drug authority decided that it would be a great idea to reach out to young people with a spoof of a shaheed poster - the type one sees in the West Bank, extolling young men who have blown themselves up for "the cause." The anti-drug authority placed the following advertisement in Maariv and Yedioth yesterday. At the top it says, "The hero Omer Kendel, 16 years old, mixed vodka and ecstasy and went to blow himself up at a party in Tel Aviv." At the bottom: "Drugs and alcohol taken together is suicide," followed by the phone number for the anti-drug authority. The font resembles Arabic calligraphy.

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I can't decide what I think about the Israeli anti-drug campaign advert. It's certainly eye-catching, but it is also racist and sensationalistic. And, of course, it's totally ineffective.

Source: On the Face

Of course, similar posters with real Jihadists, who blew themselves up in our cafes and buses, are all over the place in the West bank and Gaza and even in some neighborhoods of Beit Lehem they occasionally decorate almost every corner of every single building. And there are some shops even in the Old City of Jerusalem trading in all sorts of Hamas souvenirs including posters of martyrs. This is because the art of martyrdom is not considered to be of a bad taste or racist in the MickeyLand. Posters aside, a few days ago Gaza was taken over by the movement that states its commitment to Jihad in the strongest terms possible.

Nevertheless the shameless use of the image of Palestinian suicide bombers by the Anti-Drug Authority got me really worried. What if under the influence of the posters some Israelis come to think that there are Jihadists among the Palestinians ?!?! Had the organizers of the campaign ever thought about this ?!?!

Deeply worried and concerned, I am finishing this post of mine. Shit !!! Another sleepless night !!!

June 20, 2007


The thing about the controversial poster is that it's very Israeli. I would recommend taking it as an example of the Israeli mentality. Besides of it being a piece of sheer genius and its brilliant composition, it contains quite a lot of what I would associate with 'Israelness'. It's very not politically correct. It's very sharp. It's outrageous and provocative. It's very 'dughri'.

As to humor I would say that though it's not a joke, its brilliantly cynical. A person who devised it certainly does not lack in sense of humor. In fact, that blog is so deficient on everything related to humor, that i am surprised that its author ventures into this area at all.

The poster demonstrates one aspect of the Israeli mentality that should be considered very encouraging. There should be no doubt that Nasrallah has a point when he calls Israel a spiderweb. This is what Israel has become (in part thanks to the efforts of people such as the author of that blog). Yet on the other hand this ability of the Israelis to turn everything into a cynical joke, does indicate that deep inside the Israelis still retain much of their original mindset, that of toughened survivalists.

I would say that in general there is something mechanical about the 'On the face' blog. Many posts there are as if done by a robot preloaded with a politically correct operating system. And of course when these people see the Israeli spirit expressing itself in such wild and unrestrained ways, their very guts militate against it. But Israelis should never give up to these people and stick to what feels them right. Because it's posters like this one that make the Israelis Israelis. Otherwise the Israelis would quickly turn into regular and indistinguishable from each other politically correct robots now populating large swaths of Europe and North America.

People often complain about Israelis that they are rude, tactless and outspoken. That they are quick to cheat others and each other. And there can be no denying about this. It is as true as that Israelis are very bright people endowed with the wildest imagination possible. That they are survivalists who can make it everywhere from the Northern Pole to the jungles of Cambodia. And there should be no doubt that Israel is a wild place of after-parties where each year people are setting new records in consumption of synthetic drugs. A Lebanese blogger who spent a few after-parties with 'Nobody" in Tel Aviv later admitted that, since he went back to Beirut, he reached the conclusion that there are no proper parties there and that he is planning to come back to Israel precisely for this. The poster perfectly catches and demonstrates all this at the same time.

People rarely get a feel of Israel on the English speaking part of the Internet dominated by Israeli peace loonies who represent the decadent and brainwashed to the point of idiocy culture of Western liberalism, adopted by large chunks of Israel's intellectual elites. Unlike them, the poster in question is like Israel itself. You either like it or not. But this is how Israel is.

From 'On the Face'. . .
used without permission


Some people have expressed themselves in the sense that the message conveyed by the poster is totally messed and creates the impression that what's wrong is mixing alcohol and drugs together. This is probably true and indeed the intended message. The fact is that people don't die from ecstasy as such but from its side effects caused by excessive movement. Given the general tendency of Israelis to overdo everything and their passion for partying, drugs sold in Israel are usually ways stronger than, say, in Europe and can keep people on dance floors for up to 10-12 hours. Some people collapse in the process from overheating and dehydratation.

Alcohol greatly exacerbates the effect because it dehydrates too. Most death cases are indeed caused by the combination of alcohol and synthetic drugs. The majority of ravers know this but many don't take precautions. And this is what the poster basically says. It does not endorse drugs as much as it says: if you do drugs, then at least do it in a way that won't make you die (the main argument against ecstasy is that it apparently affects changes in neuron structure, not that it kills people). So it's not that the message is a confused one. It's more like:

. . . המבין יבין

June 26, 2007

Little Red Riding Hood

From "Politically Correct Bedtime Stories" by James Finn Garner. Copyright 1994 by James Finn Garner. Published by Macmillan Publishing USA.

There once was a young person named Red Riding Hood who lived with her mother on the edge of a large wood. One day her mother asked her to take a basket of fresh fruit and mineral water to her grandmother's house--not because this was womyn's work, mind you, but because the deed was generous and helped engender a feeling of community. Furthermore, her grandmother was not sick, but rather was in full physical and mental health and was fully capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.

So Red Riding Hood set off with her basket through the woods. Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place and never set foot in it. Red Riding Hood, however, was confident enough in her own budding sexuality that such obvious Freudian imagery did not intimidate her.

On the way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood was accosted by a wolf. who asked her what was in her basket. She replied, "Some healthful snacks for my grandmother, who is certainly capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult."

The wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."

Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid, worldview. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way."

Red Riding Hood walked on along the main path. But, because his status outside society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the wolf knew a quicker route to Grandma's house. He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist notions of what was masculine or feminine, he put on Grandma's nightclothes and crawled into bed.

Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, "Grandma, I have brought you some fatfree, sodium-free snacks to salute you in your role of a wise and nurturing matriarch."

From the bed, the wolf said softly, "Come closer, child, so that I might see you."

Red Riding Hood said, "Oh, I forgot you are as optically challenged as a bat. Grandma, what big eyes you have!"

"They have seen much, and forgiven much, my dear."

"Grandma, what a big nose you have, only relatively, of course, and certainly attractive in its own way."

"It has smelled much, and forgiven much, my dear."

"Grandma, what big teeth you have!"

The wolf said, "I am happy with who I am and what I am," and leaped out of bed. He grabbed Red Riding Hood in his claws, intent on devouring her. Red Riding Hood screamed, not out of alarm at the wolf's apparent tendency toward crossdressing, but because of his willful invasion of her personal space.

Her screams were heard by a passing woodchopperperson (or log-fuel technician, as he preferred to be called). When he burst into the cottage, he saw the melee and tried to intervene. But as he raised his ax, Red Riding Hood and the wolf both stopped.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" asked Red Riding Hood.

The woodchopper-person blinked and tried to answer, but no words came to him.

"Bursting in here like a Neanderthal, trusting your weapon to do your thinking for you!" she exclaimed. "Sexist! Speciesist! How dare you assume that women and wolves can't solve their own problems without a man's help!"

When she heard Red Riding Hood's impassioned speech, Grandma jumped out of the wolf's mouth, seized the woodchopperperson's ax, and cut his head off. After this ordeal, Red Riding Hood, Grandma, and the wolf felt a certain commonality of purpose. They decided to set up an alternative household based on mutual respect and cooperation, and they lived together in the woods happily ever after.


I know some people who are capable of writing even better stories of this kind. Though in their story Red Hood will sure call the wolf . . . a racist.

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