America is Palestine, New York City is Israel
America is Palestine, New York City is Israel.
The Hebrew weapons of surreptitious genocide are far more subtle here, but just as lethal as there.
Blatant in Gaza, but incidental in Harlem. Basically ignored in both places, derisively reported in stylish comedy clubs, where they munch on Haman's ears.
An inconvenient reminder of standard predatory practices, routinely unnoticed. Like the growing blight on the trees in the park and the phlegm in your lungs.
In the blood spattered West Bank, pregnant Palestinian women lose their babies at dust-choked checkpoints, while sneering Israeli soldiers pretend to be too busy to let them pass, before they finally condescend to do so. Usually too late.
In scrofulous Manhattan, the scum in the gutters matches the garbage in the minds of well-dressed yuppies in BMWs who know the name of the latest transsexual rapper, but not the name of the legless mother with the tin cup on the corner.
People don't make the connection. Their wallets, and their capped teeth, are too important to them.
And they defend the very people killing them.
They commute, you know. Commit crimes in the U.S., then abscond to Tel Aviv. Wait 'til the breeze blows over, then get a presidential pardon.
All in a day's work. Business as usual.
Homeland Security only protects them, not us.
Well-meaning protesters occupy parks in both places. Both groups protest the 1 or 2 percent. Most don't realize it's the same bunch.
The term Judeophiles never comes up. It would be politically incorrect to defame those who have suffered so much.
Inside sparkling studios slick comedians lampoon hypocrisy without fathoming their own.
Their day will come. But the money's too good.
They look down their noses, no longer long after generations of stealthy interbreeding.
Just like the cruel days of the ancient giants, raping those they decide not to eat. Sometimes both.
It's what you see in Afghanistan. They cum and go, leaving the dead in the dust.
Just like the people who jumped from the Twin Towers.
They were paid well, you know. And they didn't have to be laid off when the economy crashed. All those unused unemployment benefits help increase the security of Israel — from Scarsdale to Sausalito.
They need the money. They always did.
It can't happen here. Though it does every day.
But they can't see it. Some of us can.
The dark stain of Jewish terror, always performed by the hired help, envelops the globe like smelly black paint. Only it's cockroach spray. Their traditional technique. Blood sticks to their teeth.
The population distribution map of U.S. Jewry shows a concentration of dots around New York City, Miami, Hollywood and San Francisco.
(No, not those Dots. They run the convenience stores, and hotels on the interstates.)
These kosher dots see everywhere else as filled with cruel unemployed whites and industrious compassionate blacks. That's what they tell you on TV.
All the black-and-white lemmings take their cues from the technicolor faces at the microphones. Then wonder why they can't be heard.
Everywhere in America people can no longer hear.
Perhaps deafened by white noise. Or more likely from the landslide of lies.
The professional pontificators sit behind their fake desks in front of the cameras, purposing to the world, directing the doomed to their destruction.
Americans don't realize that their whole nation has been turned into a ghetto. Just like the shtetl in Warsaw. Palestinians do. They've seen it happen before, every day.
It makes Jews feel good to know what they've done. It makes them feel like they're home. The ghetto. Garbage and grief. A time-honored Jewish heritage.
Each year on the same day, they take a holy vow not to tell the truth about it.
Combined with revenge for making them hate themselves for their own behavior, with bitter envy for those who can actually love, they tally their killings in newspapers and teach it in schools.
Your glassy-eyed stares at nothing in the distance are the chief product of the You Know Whos, who sell it for kicks and charge exorbitantly.
America is now Palestine, New York City has long been Israel.
The poor Jews were holocausted. And now they're holocausting us. It's what they do, and have always done.
Everything is so cool in New York City. Corpse cool.
It's cool to drool. And cool to be stool.
That's what they tell us on TV, Live from Jew York!
America is Palestine, New York City is Israel.
Think of them as mad dogs. Which they are.
Rise up and kill the beasts, before they kill you. I mean us.
John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida, constantly trying to figure out why we are destroying ourselves, and pinpointing a corrupt belief system as the engine of our demise. Solely dependent on contributions from readers, please support his work by mail: 250 N. McCall Rd. #2, Englewood FL 34223 USA.