Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Confederacy of Hate in Perfect Harmony







Judemorder, the Path to Paradise

“We shall knock on heaven’s doors with the skulls of Jews”

7 comments:

Tecumseh said...

In Paris, the state-owned TV network France-2 broadcasts film of dozens of dead Palestinians killed in an Israeli air raid on New Year's Day. The channel subsequently admits that, in fact, the footage is not from Jan. 1, 2009, but from 2005, and, while the corpses are certainly Palestinian, they were killed when a truck loaded with Hamas explosives detonated prematurely while leaving the Jabaliya refugee camp in another of those unfortunate work-related accidents to which Gaza is sadly prone. Conceding that the Palestinians supposedly killed by Israel were, alas, killed by Hamas, France-2 says the footage was broadcast "accidentally."

Day at the office on Planet Pepe.

Tecumseh said...

How do you say that, in French? La merde, ca arrive? Doesn't sound quite right.

Mr roT said...

La merde a battu le ventilateur?

Tecumseh said...

Ah, the French wouldn't be so poetic. Probably they just say, c'est la vie.

Tecumseh said...

Looking it up, I see that wiki says shit happens dates from only 1983. Oh, c'mon! Must be older than that, yes?

Mr roT said...

I think I would've known it and it seems new or regional from far away to me still.

BTW, AA, enough horrible horrible images, please.

Arelcao Akleos said...

JJ, we've gone over this before, and this time I'm really ready to fight you on it. These images are all direct newspaper or tv images, and they are the reality of that endearing world Le Pew embraces. At some point, either people are to be reminded of what it means to have in this world an Arafat, what it means to have embraced the insanity of a Hamas, to face up to all those many times a single woman and child lie buried in that mass of statistics on the dead. I've had enough of corrupt ironism, of seeing the goal human imprisonment and destruction of spirit as the sport of the privileged and effete. In my opinion, it does a world of good to not be allowed to reduce the substance of this earth forever to cocktail chatter at the local soiree.
So, for example, if The Nawlins Pretender wishes to talk the talk of annihilation of a people as amusement, as an exercise in the art of the poseur, you get distressed at the image of the horror of what he sports with? Sorry, JJ, I'd rather direct attention to the man who finds such horror the stuff of sport.