By Yoichi Shimatsu
Elite special ops teams with the Israel Defense Force held off their assault on Gaza’s Al Shifa hospital, the supposed “underground headquarters of Hamas rebels”, a blatant lie, while waiting for the local electric power plant ran out of diesel fuel, shutting off the lights to blind witnesses to the kidnapping that comes next. After planting rusty old weapons from the Yom Kippur War in the hospital basement as proof of a fictive “Hamas HQ”, the IDF troopers encircled the newborn clinic where dozens of premature Palestinian babies were being removed from their respirator chamber. By then, deprived of their crucial feed of life-sustaining oxygen and liquid nutrients, these vulnerable infants began their slow death process. What was and is the motivation for this strange Israeli military maneuver to entrap dozens of helpless preemie infants?
This predatorial waiting game of the organ harvesters with the IDF was/is aimed at confiscating billions of dollars worth of top-value human organs from preemie kids, more precious by the ounce than gold or diamonds, to be plucked out of the tiny bodies of those helpless children for wholesale bidding to elderly super-wealthy Jewish parasites in Europe and North America: bankers, stock brokers, property developers, defense contractors, real estate moguls, university professors and other well-to-do criminal scum, devoid of ethical boundaries other than self-preservation and plastic surgery for a few more sessions with high-class hookers on the back seat of a limo, the worst of sinners lost in a pit of depravity.
As in the biblical mountaintop tale of a fanatic Abraham about to sacrifice his first-born son with his blade for roasting over the flames, the Jewish and their convert Khazarian Turk brethren are utterly ruthless in their quest for life eternal on this godforsaken planet, since to hardened sinners’ passage to an afterlife is the Great Unknown. The patriarch was spared the guilt of that gristly burnt offering of the flesh of his son with quick substitution by a wandering ram for split roasting on a makeshift barbecue. Divine Agency acted in the nick of time to summon the sheep up the steep slope. The Palestinian babies, now far beyond the pale, are highly unlikely to be saved by a herd of sheep wandering in through the Israeli bombing and shelling of the Gaza strip.
Given the hysterically evil reaction of the Netanyahu fanatics, the moral temerity of world Jewry was on display at Washington’s Capitol Mall in a rally of racialist mania beyond unspeakable, but speak we must against that nation of Shylocks demanding their pound of flesh from those tiny Romeos and Julliets of Palestine, a land stolen on May 14, 1948 from its rightful Palestinian inhabitants by the Rothschilds and Bronfmans via their real estate agents at the CIA and MI6, James Jesus Angleton and his notorious British associate Kim Philby. To be perfectly clear, the Palestinians and neighboring Arabs are Semitic, whereas the majority of Jewish immigrants to their so-called “Promised Land” are of Khazarian tribal bloodline with origins in Ukraine and before that Central Asia, who were earlier exiled from China by the Tang emperors and fellow Turkics. Wherever they migrated due to their crafty art of usury and appetite for organ meat to wherever the human sheep could be fleeced, including Palestine, where only half of the supposed “Jewish” population are Near Eastern Sephardim (and most of those from Iraq, Jordan, Turkey and Iran). The majority of Yid fakers are Turkic parasites not Semites, but then again fraud is the main Khazar Jewish business model. (The details on Israeli organ plucking and trafficking are in the final section of this far-off the beaten track essay. )
Prejudice or Prideful Practice?
Question: Is this writer a Jew hater? Far from it, I have befriended many a Jew down on their luck, sometimes to my regret and on other occasions to laugh off the boozing encounter as a good joke. Then again, I’ve never been evicted from my rightful property (other than by my immediate Buddhist relatives, arguably more despicable than any Yiddish crook but perhaps for their own good reasons for hating Christians). This world has room enough for Jews in a place called Brooklyn, my former residence, which also happens to be an enclave of Palestinians in exile. Yet we for incomprehensible reasons lament the shocking events that Israel swept clean of Jews some 2,000 years ago under Roman orders to eliminate cut-throats, violence-prone fanatics and, worst of all, pathological liars.
Now back to that tenth of an ounce of sexual desire to be surgically reinstalled in some doddering senile idiot with a penile fantasy in his wheelchair hoping for a one last blast in a bordello. What Jewish “culture” lacks (as compared with Asian) is the nobility of age. As with a fine bottle of wine calmed in a decanter, the aging mind loses its superficial harsh edge to reveal its true depth with an appreciation of the sweetness of this short lifespan. Then there’s the restless minuscule minority among us who prefers the tang of bitterness, like James Bond’s gin martini shaken not stirred. It too, the adventurous life, is soon gone. To paraphrase master Confucius: “If one does not know life, how can one comprehend death?” So the wisdom of the East is: Don’t trade in your masculinity for an ill-gotten trove of money because which is tougher to lose?
The Bitch Queen
This fourth essay in the Gaza series exposes the cultural-historical background to the demented “logic” of the Israeli cutoff of water and food supplies to Gaza hospitals, which dooms the premature babies at Al Shifa Hospital. This social-psychological blasphemy ultimately derives from the cult of Baal, the child-devouring Levantine demon worshiped by the bitch-queen Jezebel, the social-influencer princess of Sidon and domineering wife of Judea’s King Ahab, who raised inside a forest grove a temple of Baal in her honor. You can see representations of her beautiful ghoulish image all the time, prancing and dancing to idiotic music to the screaming of horny girls.
In a fit of culturally correct rage on behalf of neglected ethnic cultures, Jezebel ordered the arrest of the bigoted prophet Elijah, aka the Tishbite of Gilead, who dared to speak out against spending Israelite tax money to erect a foreign temple where local children were to be tossed into the flaming mouth of a graven idol named Baal. As an eccentric priest without a following, Eli scurried off into hiding in the wilderness, proving that in grim reality evil much too often prevails.
Queen Jezebel was a connoisseur of fine wines, and so the next bone of contention for her hubby Ahab was to gain title to a prime vineyard belonging to a snobbish Napa-type vintner named Naboth, who refused to sell and vacate the premises. Naboth was soon conveniently stoned (not with medical marijuana but with with river rocks). Surely, the first amphora of the new vintage was poured into the mouth of the idol and the dregs swilled by the high priests of Baal. “Lacks the subtlety of Phoenician pinot noir aged in a cedar cask, but it will go well with a roast leg of lamb or, hum, Baal’s leftovers.”
Scared shirtless, the Tishbite prophet prayed about what to do about the buzzing queen bee. The answer from Above: “Never mind, you worthless coward”, adding after a moment of Divine thought “I will feed her to the dogs by the wall.” Stern verdict, as usual from that testy Old Testament. To shorten a long scandalous story, things ended badly for hubby Ahab, who was killed in battle by the ruthless Syrians (this stuff is still happening there, now to hapless American troopers). As prophesied, Ahab’s bloody chariot was washed in a pool where dogs licked his blood and bathing harlots luxuriated in that skin-reviving treatment. What? Didn’t they teach you this grotesquely morbid tale at Sunday school?
As for Jezebel, she had diplomatic immunity due to her Levantine pagan family’s vast wealth (bribery is more effective than a declaration of war), and her son Ahaziah ruled over Israel and its shiny new temple of Baal-Zebuh, until his untimely death. As in the case of prophets of our own time, Elijah fell short of the divine mark, like the all-too meek pundits of today and the glum rabbis who dare not denounce their maniacal “patriots” with the IDF and the Netanyahu sycophants rallying on the DC Mall, and so poor Elijah did not deemed worthy enough to get a biblical chapter of his own. The gruesome tale reeking with the harshness of present-day political reality is found at 1 Kings 22. Face it, folks, we today live like Elijah on the run and in hiding, without the aid of a bold young slingshot hero anywhere in our vicinity. Life is indeed Hell…