WE GOT TROUBLE, MY FRIENDS...
...From the River to the Sea.
Despite the casual loathing of Jews everywhere, despite the millennia old blood libel, the Third Reich was only able to make that loathing lethal within its own borders, and in countries where these policies were imposed by ghastly military conquest.
Despite the casual antisemitism that was culturally universal, “Perish Judah” just didn’t have any real international momentum without a Schmeisser, a gas chamber and a crematorium behind it.
Of course, in doing nothing whatsoever to stop the mass murder, those casual antisemites could evince all that sniveling and simpering performative disgust when it was revealed, further absolving themselves of any complicity in those murders.
That said, consider where we are with Jew hate today, as Hamas and its axis of colonialist, evangelical, fascist theocrats have successfully Globalized the Intifada, using a war they started, a conflict in which they weaponized rape, the torture/murder of civilians, and the manipulation of mass media, to an astonishingly enviable extent, as an excuse and justification for antisemites world wide to open fire on Jews where they are found.
It’s open season.
Credit must be granted where credit is due.
The Germans had to conquer Western Europe to grant those nations’ the license to allow their barely concealed Jew loathing to surface, and to release them from any prior restraint to join in the mass murder with little or no objection. They profited in this, and got away with it, due, to a great extent, to the absolutely batshit over the top mechanized barbarism of its genocide, enacted by what was once regarded as the most civilized nation on the continent.
The ignorance, or better, the willfully ignoring of this massive crime, was, of course, enabled and exacerbated by the casual distaste in which Jews were traditionally held.
“Wild baseless exaggerations.” “Jews always blow everything out of proportion.” “You know how they are.”
These days the children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren of those who turned a blind eye to the carnage, or to be blunter, couldn’t give a shit if Jews vanished from the face of the earth before dinner, have stepped up to the plate, allowing their smarmily idiotic presumptions of their own moral acuity to dictate a policy of incipient and metastasizing terror.
This entitled and privileged pack of miseducated shitheads, taught to loathe their own culture by the lure of exoticized phony baloney victimhood, that condescendingly racist in and of itself, are now calling for an international genocide of Jews—and, for the fools, the willfully ignorant, or the self deluded among you, to endlessly repeat myself, that’s what “Globalize the Intifada” means, for fuck’s sake—didn’t need any such brutal military conquest.
The leap from “Words are violence” to “From the River to the Sea…” seems to have been traversed with no more effort than avoiding a crack in the sidewalk by this pack of hypocritical shitstains.
Kill Jews. All Jews. Everywhere. That is the mission. It’s what would have happened had the Shoah been more than a mere succes d’estime for the 6MWE crowd with a NAZI victory. The list of American Jews of note targeted for the public guillotine covered all facets of culture.
Despite representing a racist, theocratic, homophobic, misogynistic culture, a culture one would assume would be regarded as an anathema by any right thinking westerner, the billions spent on a seditious advertising campaign have convinced millions that these murderous modern medievalists are somehow the victims, the underdog, the resistance—but, and, naturally of course, only in regard to their conflict with Jews.
Harold Hill would bust his buttons with pride.
I should shake my head in dismayed wonder at so transparent a bamboozle.
But then I remember the stew of entitlement, willful ignorance, cultural amnesia, intellectual incuriosity, and outright stupidity that informs a society committed to believing only that which supports its own preconstructed narrative, a narrative bereft of depth, comprehension and nuance, and I realize it’s my own damned fault I didn’t see this shitstorm coming sooner.
Trust me on this.
As ever, I remain,
Howard Victor Chaykin…you know the rest.