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April 15, 2002

More mumblings from idiots while

More mumblings from idiots while other folks who ought to be smart but somehow keep raving like imbeciles carry bravely on.

What can we do with a man like Ariel “The Tank” Sharon? When asked by Dan Rather about how his meeting with Colin Powell went, he replied: “It was a friendly meeting. I welcomed him to Jerusalem, the capitol of the Jewish people for over 3000 years, and the united and undivided capital of the state of Israel forever.”

I watched him say that, and it came out of him like a mantra, a chant, a dogmatic assertion of irrational faith that trumps all reason, brooks no compromise, permits no internal dissent. It was the weak brain-fart of an old man who can no longer think about anything other than how utterly important a miserable city in the middle of a wretched swatch of earth is. For the sake of that dirty, stinking town, birthplace of so much prejudice, hatred, and death, we must all suffer.

What can we do with a man like Yasser “Bubble-lips” Arafat? Who writes by way of encouragement to his brigades of martyrs, “The [Palestinian] nation, indeed, broke out its intifada in order to pave with its pure and clean blood the sidewalks, alleyways, and roads of the holiest of holies, the capital of the independent Palestinian state.” He too wants that pale fell city for his own, seeing its crusted stones as worthy of blood, and above all else, as a meaningful place of legend, of ethnicity, of god.

Let us drop a nuclear device on Jerusalem. There! we shall say. Now no one can have it.