Showing posts with label hamas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hamas. Show all posts

Wednesday, 3 April 2024

Eggy Omelette

 ‘Aid worker’ is a loaded title. Saint or activist? Morally pure philanthropist, wanting only to alleviate suffering, or cause-supporting terrorist sympathiser with an agenda, who knows? But the fact that a non-combatant group has been caught in the crossfire should surprise nobody, and the outrage that has been generated – not least by our own dodgy Foreign Secretary ‘Lord’ Cameron – has to be seen for the posturing, attention-seeking, performative nonsense it is.

Should we call for inquiries for every single civilian injured or killed in war? And how many non-coms are supporting, if not harbouring the darker forces within their midst? The world has seen the behaviour of hamas, yet many excuse it as a necessary evil in order to survive. Hamas frequently kills its own, by sheer incompetence, or by design when launching missiles from schools, hospitals and mosques and inviting counter attacks. Human shields? Cannon fodder, more like.

Israel is bent over backwards by the impossible demand of wets like Biden and Cameron and other ‘leaders’ who demand warfare without consequence, ostensibly to further the cause of peace. But hamas has openly declared their intention to keep on attacking until every Jew is dead or gone. It is true, more than ever, to say that if the arabs laid down their weapons there would be peace in the Middle East, but if the Jews did the same there would be no more Jews.

And let me be clear, it is not Israel which is pursuing genocide but the Gazans and their elected leaders, and all their idiot marchers in the west. Polluting the capital city of England – England, for fuck’s sake – every week with their rabid calls for wholesale removal of the Jewish state. But they are peaceful demonstrators for an end to war, they declare. Yes, and the aid workers are in Gaza for no other reason than to ease suffering. My arse.

In making an omelette, eggs must be broken, but there are more ingredients in an omelette than just the eggs. The Middle East is a grotesque omelette of all the leftover gunk in the fridge. It is a hideous mess of conflicting ideology, contradictory history, malevolent pseudo-religious dogma and pure hatred. It is a war that needs to be over, but only two paths to victory are available and both paths end up with a one-state solution.

Everybody has taken a side in this conflict, some from many years of conviction politics – Jeremy Corby springs to mind – think that the Palestinians can do no wrong and are sinned against, rather than sinners. I genuinely don’t give a fig either way about the fate of either side, but I tend to come down more favourably for the Zionist cause; there hasn’t been much Jewish terrorism around the world, after all.

So, while the west impotently demands ‘reasons’ for the unfortunate incident over the Easter holiday it may be worth a moment to reflect on the fact that these aid workers volunteered to be there, in a war zone, knowing that civilian casualties are an inevitability in war. When it comes to the omelette analogy, these eggs threw themselves in the pan.

Sunday, 17 March 2024

Ha-mess

MPs, we are told, are being threatened by the pro-Palestine mob who have no difficulty in using violence to claim they want peace in the Middle East. Ugly groups of islamic sympathisers gather to intimidate anybody who disagrees with them and do so with impunity. Their numbers are swelled by the useful idiots of the professional protesters who will turn up to anything which looks like a rejection of law and order and common sense. No banner is too nonsensical for these fools to fly.

The police stand quietly by, knowing that they have neither the numbers nor the political backing to act, instead arresting any counter protester who dares to challenge the genocidal call for Israelis to be exterminated. Because, make no mistake, this is the stated aim of hamas, who hide behind women and children, launch rocketry from schools and hospitals, and believe in no sanctity for human life. Quite the opposite, in fact, as martyrdom is considered a high calling; taking one for the team is baked into every jihadi mindset.

Rishi Sunak’s cowardly act of defiance has already been forgotten. While he stood there, denouncing extremism, and taking care to include the practically invisible and largely fictional ‘far right’ he must have known what we all knew. That nothing would be done, not one thing. When India was partitioned it was done precisely because muslims reject all other models of society. They will never integrate. And what did our governments do? Why, we invited them to come here and destroy our own country as well.

Every incoming government puts on the blinkers which allow them to pretend that all is well, that all will be well if only we were, you know, just a little bit more tolerant to muslims. Don’t succumb to ‘islamophobia’ the muslim brotherhood orders our government to tell us. The very notion of ‘hate crime’ and the fact that only whites can carry it out has been fuelled and spread by an insidious refusal to name the enemy and commit to action, even as prominent and influential people have urged such action for decades.

No society in history has survived islam without bloody resistance, and Europe, it feels, has not the stomach for the fight. We have even lost the ability to mock and sneer and come together in common antipathy to a foe, unless that foe be the Conservative ‘government’ which deserves nothing short of oblivion come the general election. But that will let Labour in and all the ‘friends of hamas’ will be further emboldened.


To every common citizen, especially those in former industrial towns, the enemy has been within the gates for generations. The enemy has openly boasted of conquest without bloodshed by simply outbreeding the indigenous. There can be no such thing as a ‘British muslim’, the two identities are incompatible, but soon all the people who live in Britain will be subject to islamic rule. It’s coming, you can feel it, what are you going to do?