The Power Of Bertell Ollman

Several months after my liver transplant in December 2022 my friend Raoul asked , if I could elder care his father, Professor Bertell Ollman, a renowned Marxist scholar. The eighty-nine old has just retired from NYU. He was in the early stages of forgetting everything. I agree. I neeed money. His father was a kin man to me. The job entailed eating lunch with him and watching TV unti he fell asleep. Raoul had a four hour break from his 24/7 existence with his father, who wasn't quite sure who he was.

After Raoul departed the apartment on Bleecker Street, we watched nature programs and popular movies. Nothing heavy. We sat surrounded by walls of books. Maybe ten thousands on philosophy and revoution. Two hors on his father retreated to his bedroom. A nap. I returned to the living room and picked out books. I I searched each book for a meaningful paragraph about overthrowing the capitalist state in the upcoming revolution. Later I read to him. Each a word to flourish his still revolutionary soul.

Two years ago I read his 2011 Letter of Resignation from the Jewish people to him. Forty-five minutes of his writing condemning the Zionists abandoning the Jewish culture of the Diaspora to seize Biblical lands from the Palestinians. All of it is pure genius and ends with these words.

"As far as I’m concerned, the comedian, Lenny Bruce, provided the only good answer to this question when he said, "Dig, I'm Jewish. Count Bassie’s Jewish. Ray Charles is Jewish. Eddie Cantor is goyish… Marine Corps – heavy goyish… If you live in New York or any other big city, you’re Jewish. If you live in Butte, Montana, you’re going to be goyish even if you’re Jewish… Kool-Aid is goyish. Evaporated milk is goyish even if Jews invented it… Pumpernickel is Jewish and, as you know, white bread is very goyish.… Negroes are all Jews… Irishmen who have rejected their religion are Jewish… Baton twirling is very goyish.”

To this I would only add, “Noam Chomsky, Mordechai Vanunu and Edward Said are Jewish. Elie Wiesel is goyish. So, too, all ‘Jewish’ neo-cons. Socialism and communism are Jewish. Sharon and Zionism are very goyish”. And, who knows, if this reading of Judaism were to take hold, I may one day apply for readmission to the Jewish people.

When I shut the letter, Professor Ollman said, "I don't agree with all of that."

"You wrote that."

"I did?"

"Yes."

The professor shrugged and smiled kindly. Still the Marxist monster of the Capitalists. No recollection in his cobwebbed mind of the struggle, but I recognize his genius and anytime I speak to him about the impending revolution he smiles and wishes us success. He was a man to be followed. By the CIA and FBI. An enemy of the state. Forever. Every time we were together at his aparment in the NYU professorial dorms, I assured him that I was there to protect him from the Feds. And I was serious.

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Ratsach Ratsach Ratsach 2011

On June 6, 1967 the Israeli Air Force launched a pre-emptive strike or sneak attack against the airfields of Jordan, Syria, Iraq, and Egypt. This Pearl Harbor attack caught the Arab MIG fighters and Russian bombers on the ground. Having won air superiority the Zionist Army destroyed the massed tank forces of the UAR and within 6 days a ceasefire was declared by the warring factions.

The West Bank, Gaza, the Sinai, the Golan Heights, and East Jerusalem were occupied by the victors. Hundreds of thousands of Palestinians fled their homes to escape the burned earth tactics of their new overlords. June 6 is a day of infamy for the native of these seized lands and the exiles call this day 'an-Naksah' or 'The Debacle'.

The Israelis have defeated every effort by the Palestinians to attain nationhood. Hijackings foiled by Mossad. Bombing campaigns condemned by the world. The PLO crushed into exile by the Lebanese incursion. The infatidah minimalized by western press. Gaza turned into a ghetto and the West Bank chopped to pieces by Jewish settlements.

Any protests against the Zionists are met with accusations of anti-Semiticism, even though the Arabs are also sons and daughters of Shem.

Not that I believed in the Bible; Old or New.

But I do believe in justice and yesterday Palestinian protesters attempted to awake the world by assailing the security fences in the Golan Heights. The Israeli command responded by warning the hundreds of unarmed men and boys to turn back from the border. Tear gas was fired from the patrol road. The protesters persisted in their plan to fly flags to mark the Day of Infamy.

Someone in the Israeli High Command gave the order to clear the fields with live fire. The dead and wounded bled on the embattled earth. People in America were more concerned with a congressman's sexting to a young girl.

Drudgereport.com filed the following reports; Israel sees Syrian hand in Golan clashes, 23 dead...

REPORT: Protesters paid $1,000 to riot along border.

The BBC soft-pedaled the confrontation by saying 'tear gas has been used to clear protesters'.

The US State Department said that 'it was troubled by the loss of life'.

No signs of condemnation.

Wankers.

Free Palestine.

To view the incident please go to this URL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7YHLKpeLZY&feature=relmfu

Israel has bought ads against Palestine on Youtube.

Youtube has trivialized the shootings by headlining the banner with 'dog surfing in California'.

Fuck the rich.

FIRST ENCOUNTER 1974

Written2/16/2012

America was in a deep recession during the summer of 1974 and I had returned to Boston after a two-month hitchhiking trip across the USA to discover that banks and corporations weren't hiring long-haired college graduates. I finally found work at the Shaba, an Israeli restaurant on Beacon Hill, as the cook.

I had never been to Israel and had never met any Israelis. My knowledge of Middle East cuisine was zero. The young manager, Ari, taught me how to cook falafel, spread hummus and bab-ganoush on a plate, and toast pita bed. At the end of my training Ali declared that I was head chef. My pay was the minimum wage. I worked sixty hours a week. My take-home pay with overtime was about $130. It was better than nothing.

The two waitresses at the Shaba were from Tel Aviv. Ari came from Jerusalem. The three of them ordered me around like a slave, but I didn't mind the bullying from the two girls. They were very cute and I thought I might have a chance with one. Sillva was a skinny redhead with freckles two months out of the army and I sometimes caught her looking at me. She always smiled, as our eyes met for a moment.

I was good-looking in a Neanderthal way.

"Are you doing anything after work?" I asked one night, washing up the dishes. My job included that chore.

"I am meeting with friends." Sillva made it sound like none of them were a boyfriend. "I'd invite you, but israelis like hanging out with themselves. It comes from not being able to trust anyone."

"Not trust anyone?" I had been a hippie. We believed in peace and love.

"Israel is surrounded by hostile nations. The Nazis killed Jews and everyone watched. Who should we trust?"

"I understand." I had dated a Jewish girl in high school. My best friend was a Jew from Long Island. They were nothing like Israelis. I put away the final pot. I was free to go.

"You do?" She took off her apron. Her hipbones jutted above her jeans. Her skin was darkened by the sun. I imagined her in an army uniform for a second.

"Yes, in grammar school I had been beaten by bullies. Everyone watched the show. No one did anything." The three boys were not the SS, but their punches left no marks. "After that I didn't trust too many people either."

"Maybe one night, but not tonight."

Outside Ari, the other waitress, and Sillva walked toward Charles Street. I was living at home. The last train to Ashmont was at 12. I made it with five minutes to spare. There was no way I would ever get together with Sillva and I resigned myself to being the cook. Life was easy without desire.

The next month I labored from 9 in the morning to 11 at night. I never complained about the hours. I needed the money. The three Israelis drank and laughed together in Hebrew. I was an outsider. Sillva and I never had time alone. Ari and the other girl made sure of that.

The night Nixon resigned from the White House I was frying falafel in the kitchen and upon hearing the news I ran into the street to join in the celebration. Massachusetts was the only state to vote against Nixon in 1972. Car horns blared throughout the city and I turned around to see the two waitresses standing in the doorway. The manager had the night off.

"What?"

"Nixon was a good friend to Israel." Sillva eyed me with suspicion.

"Every president has been a good friend to Israel." The USA supplied them with arms.

"Not Eisenhower. He backed Egypt in the seizure of the Sinai Canal." Sillva stepped aside for me to enter the restaurant.

"Eisenhower was pissed, because the French and English hadn't warned him about the war and this gave the Soviets a free hand in Hungary." I had read about this war in several books. Every author concluded it was a mistake.

"Who cares about Hungary? They were Nazis." Sillva spat out the accusation without any opening for a rebuttal.

"Zsa Zsa Gabor is Hungarian. She's no Nazi."

"I thought you were different, but you're like everyone else. No one cares about Israel." She was actually close to tears. My attempt to apologize was waved off by her friend.

"You are what you are. Sorry won't change that."

"If you say so." I couldn't see what I had really done wrong, but saying sorry is what you're supposed to say to a crying woman.

We didn't speak for the rest of the night. Orders were placed on the counter in silence. I left without a good-bye and the next morning Ari fired me as soon as I walked into the restaurant.

"We have a new cook coming from Jerusalem."

5 It was a lie, but I didn't need an explanation

Either you were with the Israelis or you were against them. I stopped by the restaurant several times for my last check. The next week the manager said it would be ready later in the day. He was lying, but Sillva said, "Make him his check. He worked for it."

As the manager went into the office, I asked Sillva, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You can not hurt an Israeli. We do not get hurt."

"Sorry."

"Don't ever say sorry to an Israeli. It's a sign of weakness."

"John Wayne said the same thing in THE SEARCHERS." It was my favorite John Ford Movie.

"Then he must be Israeli too." She turned away, as if she expected me to become a pillar of salt. Ari came back with the check. I cashed it at the bank. I spent the rest of the day at the Sevens on Charles Street. The bar was a dive. None of its patrons cared about Israel. They were there to drink beer and I was too.

Free Palestine,free Tibet, free the world___

NOVEMBER 10, 1978 - JOURNAL ENTRY - EAST VILLAGE

Alice's show at Club 57 was a su

Alice's show at Club 57 was a success thanks to Tom Scully and his bony evil girlfriend, as the first performers their high school drama shows with the same lack of talent, but accompanied by twisted reworkings of old dramatic ghost. None of the troupe, not even Alice has asked me to perform, even though I have scores of badly-written poems in my journals. Susan considered me a 'drunken bully'.

The audience applauded the singers and I sat at the bar with Alex, a recent Polish Emigre and co-manager of the club and the bartender. Josef looked at the stage and laughed, "America is the best. Freedom like this you do not get in Poland."

I downed two bourbons before the second act. They hit me hard on an empty stomach. I had no money and hadn't eaten anything all day. I leaned into the bar and glimmered into a time warp away from the present, the fags and punks, who proudly see themselves as the true culture of America. I agree with them. I hate the suburbs. I barely noticed the second act. Alice glowered at me. She hates my drinking. At least I don't pass out everywhere like a hillbilly Girl Scout. Not that it matters to me as long as she gets home safe.

The second act must have good. People were requesting an encore. Despite our rejection of Capitalism and Church and all our hometown beliefs, everyone in Club 57 dreams to be a star and a STAR in big letters performing before thousands.

I needed air. A holocaust was brewing in my head. I staggered through the crowd, remembering the date.

November 10.

Forty years ago the Nazis persecuted the German Jews, as the police watched the carnage by the stormtroopers.

Kristellnacht or Crystal Night.

"Never again." could happen anywhere in the world against the Jews or any race or tribe. No one at Club 57 cared about the past other than those they were trying to escape and they rejected any history, unless it the study of theater or movies. Lance Loud from the Mumps stood at the door. I love this band. He grabbed me and said, "Isn't her great?"

He meant my friend Klaus who was signing an aria.

"Yes, he's more than great."

Outside I sat on the steps and at the end of the show watched the happy crowd stream from the basement club to other bars around the East Village. I had no one and lit a joint to enter the void alone. Explorers always relish desolation, even sexual adventurers.

LATER

Never again. The Jews reject any forgiveness of the Germans, but drive Mercedes-Benz, while persecute the Palestinians thousand of years after their living in the Levant. The Nazis are old men in their sixties, having failed their mission seek to create a new generation of followers through the skinheads, KKK, and right-wing fanatics.

STATE/BANQUET

Donald Trump is on a state visit to the UK.

Windsor Castle. A ride through the estate in the Royal carriage led by the horse guard. The road flanked by the Queen's troops in red coats. A royal dinner with the King and Queen and guests. Meeting with the hated Prime Minister Stammer. There is no mention of his stepping foot in London. Tens of thousands of protestoers have rallied to denounce 47. Not that he cares.

Carol Ann Duffy, a past poet laureate of Britain, had nothing good to say of the monarchy or Trump “I think the past couple of years, with the evil twins of Trump and Brexit … I don’t remember ever having felt such a kind of lowering abstract stress coming from the political aura,” she said according to the Guardian adn she wrote the following poem.

STATE/BANQUET

How it glitters and shines, The Grand Service,
among the rocks and the rubble,
laid out on a breezeblock horseshoe table,
six crystal glasses per setting.
It took eight servants three weeks to polish -
silver coated in a thin layer of gold -
even the concrete dust in the air seems glamourised
and the ruins are decked in the uplifting flags of
democracy.

To start, fillet of Dover sole filled with salmon mousse,
served on a bed of leeks with white wine sauce.
Poached Sandringham venison with truffles to follow,
then Key Lime Pie, and among the wines,
Chateau Pichon-Longueville Comtesse de Lalande, 1990.
Yum-yum. Let the trumpets sound on the bombsite
as the great and the good pick their way through,
and a famished child peers through a bullet-hole in a wall.

Free Palestine__

Hide Easter Bunny Hide

IDF Easter Egg Hunt.

If they can't find eggs, then they go after the Bunny.

It's a bigger target.

BDS.

Free Palestine.

End the Genocide.

Old Palestine

Ancient Roman writers referred to Palestine as Syria Palaestina consisting of the lands between theMediterranean Sea and the Jordan River. Jaffa was the entry port for the region. The population was made up of mostly Arabs and a smattering of Jews.

Arab warriors protected Palestine from Bedouin raiders.

Farmers raised olive trees and orchards on the parched soil.

This was not a Biblical land of Milk and Honey.

But its people lived and bred as they had for centuries.

Jerusalem was a destination for pilgrims.

Streets followed the path of Jesus.

Women wore traditional dress.

Some of them wore less.

It was a land out of time.

FREE THE WORLD - BET ON CRAZY

In 2011 gold soared to record prices and a steady flow of customers entered our diamond exchange on West 47th Street to sell their precious jewelry and family heirlooms. They were of all ages, nationalities, and races. Most of them were honest, but buying stolen merchandise or swag was a crime. Richie Boy, his father Manny, and I didn't care who they are as long as they possess a valid ID for our police records. None of us were young men and we had too little to gain from doing the wrong thing, when we could churn out a 5% profit.

Our first question to these sellers was, “How much do you want?”

Most of them said that they don’t know, but we were in the middle of the block and they had already spoken to thirty dealers.

"Let me check it out." I ignored their feigned ignorance and tested the gold for karat and weight.

We calculated everything in pennyweights or 1/20th of an ounce. The Middle Age measurement confused the buyer, but we always handed them a slip of paper from a adding machine. Everyone still understood numbers written in black and white.

I told them a simple truth.

"The final price is determined by the market value of an ounce of gold, which fluctuated day to day."

In 2011 the price soared toward $2000/oz.

Weight and carat determined the scrap worth of gold.

We paid nothing for sentimental value.

Our firm had a good reputation for paying the most on the street.

We had a pitch.

"We only make 5% on this."

It was almost the truth, but some pieces could be flipped for more, especially diamond rings.

Late in the summer a young man of Semitic descent approached my counter. He had a diamond ring in a bag. It was the relic of a ruined romance.

After settling on a price of $1500, I advised the young man to buy something for himself.

“Paying off bills does not soothe a broken heart, but for $1500 you can buy a good used motorcycle. Let me see your ID.” I took his driver’s license.

His name was Arab and I entered it in the police book.

“Are you from Iraq?”

“No, Palestine,” Mohammed spoke flawless English. His father had grocery stores in Queens. He was running three of them.

“Palestine is a forbidden name on this street.” 47th Street was predominantly Jewish.

"People on this street back Israel right or wrong."

"I know that Israel could do no wrong in their eyes. I come from Palestine. Not Judah."

As a goy I had my own beliefs.

"I'm half-Irish. My people lived under the British for four hundred years. I can only say one thing.”

“Which is?” He was used to America’s prejudice against Palestine.

The movie EXODUS had cast blue-eyed Paul Newman as a member of the Zionist terrorist gang and a young blonde Jill Haworth as a kibbutz farmer. There were no Hassidim in the film.

Only tough white-skinned fighters.

“Free Palestine.” I had a tee-shirt in my closet stating the same slogan.

I raised my fist, the accepted sign of world revolution.

“Good, but it is better to free the world.” Mohammed smiled and accepted his money. “I’ll think about that bike and you think about the world.”

“I’ll do that.” I leaned away from the counter slightly stunned by his desire for world peace..

I had been taught an important lesson by this young man.

A simple lesson.

All politics that are local are also global.

They effect everyone.

Everywhere.

Free Palestine.

Free the World.

Heaven or Hell

Two old men are living in Miami Beach. Their hotel is undergoing renovations. The entire neighborhood has been transformed by young people. Izzy and Moishe sit on the terrace of the Breezemore Hotel and watch the parade of revelers. They are feeling their age and Izzy says, "You know Moishe, we've had a good life, but I've been wondering about what's next?"

"What's next is we die. One of us first the other second." Moishe was more pragmatic than his friend. He had been an accountant. Number added up to a total sum. No more. No less.

"What about Sheol?" Izzy had been a lawyer. He still believe in good and evil. His wife Miriam had been good. Her mother was evil incarnate.

"A bleak afterlife, feh?" Moishe was too pragmatic to be pessimistic.

"What about Olam Ha-Ba?"

"The world to come where we are rewarded for our good deeds. Feh. And Gan Eden is a fairy tale."

"But what if there really is a heaven and hell?"

"I don't know." Moishe had no questions, but there was always doubt, especially at the age of 87. "Listen, I tell you what, if one of us ides and there is a heaven or hell, the one who dies should come back to tell the one staying whether there is a heaven or hell. Is it a deal?"

"For you, anything." The two friends went back to 1st grade in Brownsville.

Neither man thinks anything about the oath until Moishe dies two weeks later.

"At least he went in his sleep." Izzy tells the children who are transporting the body back up north. No one gets buried in Florida. The ground is tref.

A week goes by, then another. A month and then more.

A year to the day of Moishe's passing, the curtains of Izzy's windows billow inward without a breeze. The temperature was in the 80s, but the room is freezing. Moishe can see his breath and asks, "Izzy, is that you?"

"Of course it's me, who else were you expecting?" The voice sounds like it's coming from across the universe.

"Only you, so tell me, are you in heaven or hell?" Moishe is eager to hear the answer, since then he can tell Izzy that he was wrong about heaven and hell.

"Neither."

"Neither?" Moishe hadn't expected this response. "So what do you do all the time?"

"I eat, I fuck, I eat, I fuck, I eat, I fuck, and then I go to sleep."

"Well, aren't you in heaven?"

"No, I'm a rabbit in Montana."

Dead Sea Scrolls Online

Several years ago Israel downloaded images of the nearly 2000 year-old Dead Sea Scrolls on the Internet for scholars to study the ancient biblical text. None of the fragments mention of the contract between Yahweh and the Zionists for the 20th Century annexation of Palestine, but who knows some day maybe someone will find such a document?

The lost lease of Israel.

Then no one could dispute their claim to the Holy Land.

Until then justice for Palestine.

Trump's Minions

Last evening Mr. Trump addressed to the joint houses of Congress. The 45th President of the USA was greeted by applause from both sides of the aisle, as he made his way to the podium. Representatives and Senators stood his hand and upon his standing before the microphone his GOP minions burst into a celebratory standing ovation signifying the defeat of the Neo-Cons and Neo-Liberals. This was their night and sticking tightly to a speech written by his daughter Ivana Mr. Trump spoke of the many issues facing this nation.

A protest against hate crimes.

A $1 trillion infrastructure package.

The Wall.

Immigration.

Crime.

Drugs.

Corporate-controlled Health Care.

Lower tax rates for corporations and the wealthy.

And extra money for the Pentagon.

I shut it off after fifteen minutes.

This is his country now.

Ours exists in our minds.

RESIST.

Do not surrender.

Free Palestine.

Both in the Middle East and Here.

Shut Your Mouth

The other day Samira Ibrahim was denied her State Department award after the right-wing Zionist Weekly Standard supposedly found anti-Semitic comments on her Twitter account. According to the Weekly Standard Ibrahim has since “refused to apologize” for her tweets, writing on Twitter that the “Zionist lobby in America” is to blame, who was being honored for her protests against virginity tests by the Egyptian authorities. The State Department reacted with knee-jerk spontaneity and their flak Victoria Nuland said. “So it was on that basis that she was initially selected, but obviously, these comments need to be looked into and we need some time.” The comments in question are indeed offensive to Zionists, who profess to be Semites. One was attributed to Hitler. ”I have discovered with the passage of days, that no act contrary to morality, no crime against society, takes place, except with the Jews having a hand in it.” Ibrahim deleted the quote once it was found on her account. The Weekly Standard failed to contact Ms. Ibrahim and reported this as news without any investigation once more revealing the depth to which the Media has sunk in the last decade. "If you repeat a lie often enough, it becomes the truth. ” ― Joseph Goebbels You learn best for your masters.

A Curse On The Pharoahs

Yesterday the US government honored a 2011 commitment to Egypt democracy by doled out $190 million of a $1 billion pledge. Newly appointed Secretary of State John Kerry warned the Morsi government must adhere to IMF monetary demands and expected improvements on protecting the rights of women and religious minorities. His departure from Cairo was delayed by soccer hooligans from the Al Ahly club, whose supporters were imprisoned after last year's deadly riot in Port Said.

Right-wingers in America were quick to criticize the White House by accusing Obama of bribing radical Islamists at a time of GOP-imposed austerity due to last week's sequestration of the budget.

"How many meat inspectors will be laid off to pay for this? How many air traffic controllers? How many kids will go hungry?" asked a radical friend on FB.

Another true believer accused the President with stronger words. "The Traitor has to keep our enemys strong, for his revolution to come."

I retorted their heated rhetoric by writing, "We gave $12B to Afghanistan, $3B to Israel,$2B to Iraq, $1.7B to Pakistan, $1.4B to Egypt, and $154 Million to the National Endowment of the Arts doesn't come close to the billions to prevent the collapse of a corrupt banking system. Over $30 billion in overdrafts alone. $67 Billion in ATM charges. Plus Egypt flooded smuggling tunnels to Gaza with sewage to block the destabilizing flow of weapons and militants into Sinai. It's amazing what $194 million buys."

But then the right prefer war not peace, except we've fought two wars over the last ten years with no concrete improvement to the stabilization on the Middle East, then again killing foreigners on the other side of the world something they understand better than the economics of a nation ruled by the banks.

$600/Month

Last week an Hezbollah operative was put on trial in Cyprus for tracking Arkia Israeli Airlines, a charter carrier with Tel Aviv as its hub. Police and investigators have accused Hossam Yaacoub of targeting these flights for possible attack, however the 24 year-old Lebanese argued that he was a pawn in a much bigger game and that his confession had been extracted by traditional tactics. I tend to agree with the young man, since his monthly stipend from Hezbollah was a mere $600. Cyprus has a per capita income of $30,000 per annum and there's no way Mr. Yaacoub could finance an attack with those funds. But this story made the NY Times and pages of various other mainstream newspapers. $600 wouldn't pay for a single night with a houri in Cyprus, although Mr. Hossam Yaacoub could score six girls from Walking Street in Pattaya for a short-time imitation of the mythic 77 virgins. You get what you pay for and this case the NY Times shows its usual laziness by writing only the news that fit to print. The truth takes more of an effort.

In The Face Of The Enemy

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&client=safari&rls=en&q=chuck+hagel+quote+israel&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.r_qf.&bvm=bv.1357700187,d.dmQ&biw=1213&bih=627&um=1&ie=UTF-8&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&tab=wi&ei=qG7zUPOaA4680AGZ24HwCg On January 7, 2013, President Barack Obama announced his choice of former Senator Chuck Hagel to replace ex-Spook Leo Panetta as Secretary of Defense. While a top GOP leader during his years in the Senate, conservatives were quick to attack Hagel for his statement, ""Let me clear something up here, if there's any doubt in your mind. I'm a United States senator. I'm not an Israeli senator. I support Israel. But my first interest is: I take an oath of office to the constitution of the United States. Not to a president, not to a party, not to Israel." GW Bush's Secretary of State Colin Powell praised Hagel on the rightwing NBC’s MEET THE PRESS for his service as a soldier during the Vietnam War as well as cottoning up to the Zionists by saying that Hagel was a “good supporter of Israel.” The GOP's 2008 presidential candiate rejected Powell's assertions and reanimated his dispute with Hagel about morality of bribes and assassinations in the 2007 surge in Iraq. Hardliners of the right have accused the former senator of pandering to Iran. Click on Google's images for Chuck Hagel. Israeli hackers have already downloaded thousands of hit of images of him as a Commie or Arab army officer. All I can say to these extremists as well

as Huffington Post and CNN is go fuck yourselves. As for his anti-gay statements. Chuck said that he was sorry. Only the Log Cabin GOPers care about that issue and they don't want gay rights to avoid paying alimony attached to their trust funds. He's the only person strong enough to stand up to the Pentagon's unrelenting desire to fight in Afghanistan forever. I have friends on their 5th tour their. I don't want to see them go on a 6th. Bring the troops home. Confirm Chuck.

The Freedom of No Speech

Moses led his people out of Egypt without a map. The distance from the Nile to Palestine was a ten day walk, yet the prophet wandered through the eastern deserts for forty years. Like all men he wasn't willing to admit that he was fucking lost and neither are the Zionists of the occupied territories who have most recently declared that their seized lands are Jewish and that they also know how to identify a Jew like Josef Mengele the SS doctor.

"Jews to the right. Arabs to Gaza."

A facebook 'friend' posted a video from the Israeli Ambassador showing the normalcy of life in Gaza. Glittering buildings, vibrant street life, food in the groceries, and cars on the roads. I posted a riposte, "Welcome to the gulag of Gaza."

She defriended me for this comment, for like most people living a lie they do not want to see the truth.

Free Palestine.

As for Giselle, you are a hypocrite.

Here is the real story

http://vimeo.com/13714769

The Unfreedom of Speech

Freedom of Speech is protected by the 1st Amendment of the US Constitution.

"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances."

This right has been besieged by politicians, church leaders, big business, and the military without respite. Anti-war activists were jailed during World War I under the Alien and Sedition Act and the Supreme Court has ruled that there are special exceptions to Free Speech such as 'fighting words', obscenity, imminent lawless action, and several other infringements on the public safety, however the off-limit for any American is any questions on the sovereignty of Israel.

This past summer White House reporter Helen Thomas was ostracized by the media and White House for her comments on RabbiLive.com

Here is a transcript of that interview;

Nesenoff: Any comments on Israel? We're asking everybody today, any comments on Israel?

Thomas: Tell them to get the hell out of Palestine.

Nesenoff: Oooh. Any better comments on Israel?

Thomas: Remember, these people are occupied and it's their land. It's not German, it's not Poland ...

Nesenoff: So where should they go, what should they do?

Thomas: They go home.

Nesenoff: Where's the home?

Thomas: Poland, Germany and America and everywhere else[55]

Nesenoff: So you're saying the Jews go back to Poland and Germany?

Thomas: And America and everywhere else. Why push people out of there who have lived there for centuries? See?

Helen Thomas was exiled from the White House press corp for her speaking her mind, proving that free speech does not apply to the State of Israel. She issued an apology to quell the firestorm, but later confessed, "I paid a price, but it's worth it to speak the truth"

And in December Helen Thomas had the audacity to reiterate her earlier comments by saying at a conference centered on Arab Perception, "Congress, the White House and Hollywood, Wall Street are owned by Zionists. No question, in my opinion."

These words earned the old lady more outrage and an accusation of anti-Semiticism, even though her bloodline is Arab ie Semitic.

Here's to Free Speech and Helen Thomas.

She says what she says and damn those who don't want her to say it.

Free Palestine.

Eyefilled In Gaza

The IDF shock and awe display in Gaza in retaliation for the Hamas missile attacks. "We recommend Hamas leaders to keep their heads down the next couple of days." These words from an IDF spokesman was a red flag to Hamas. But the business of the military is war. Never peace.

All The News

Ralph's deli has re-opened on Lafayette Avenue, even the owner remains on Riker's Island on drug and gun charges by the 'alleged' NYPD. Today the NY Times reported on the Thursday raid netting two guns, a pound of weed, and 'supposedly' several hundred prescription pills. Their reporter and blogger, J. DAVID GOODMAN, wrote 'all the news that is fit to print' according to the new NY Times. He was right about the money confiscated from the safe, but his comments about the police having purchased marijuana from Ralph is strictly hear-say until the Brooklyn DA brings the case before the grand jury tomorrow. Yesterday I spoke with a local criminal attorney, who said that Mayor Bloomberg's mandatory gun penalties could threaten the deli owner with 2-5 years in prison. Hopefully the DA will not seek punitive punishment for the well-loved bodega owner and drop the felony gun possession to misdemeanors, thus freeing Ralph from the threat of a long sentence. The New York Times writer seemed to have been instructed to paint a slightly dark portrait of the neighborhood, which was once known as the notorious 'Strip', but the streets are mostly devoid of drugs dealers to my eyes, however the reporter ended this article by resorting to the comments of three 'outsiders' trying to get a laugh. He fails, but serves Bloomberg's anti-drug campaign well with his reporting the young female from Tribeca saying about Ralph's, “I’m afraid to go in there.” Not me. Ralph's my friend. Unlike the New York Times and the NYPD. FREE THE RALPH.

Free Ralph

Last Thursday night I walked down Lafayette to repay a debt to the local bodega owner. Crossing South Portland I spotted several undercover NYPD cops gathered before Lafayette Ave. Meat Corp. Just the other day the bearded Palestinian had lent me $80, so I could send money to my son Fenway. All I had to say, "Can you give me 8-0." "You got it." Ralph chucked down $80 from his office without question. There was no 'no' from Ralph Jawad, unless he can't say 'yes'. I approached the cops and asked, "Did Ralph get robbed? Is he okay?" "Ralph's fine, except we arrested him for selling drugs." An older cop informed me with pride. "And it wasn't a little amount either." "Pot?" I had heard the rumors, but my only trafficking with Ralph was beer, Perrier, and conversations about sports. "Can't say, but it was a lot." He was acting like he had busted Pablo Escobar. "What? A couple of bags of weed." I shook my head. "Sorry ass law." "You want to go to jail too?" The haughty officer straightened up to show his authority and I slunk away muttering about the 'pigs'. Calling them that isn't against the law, at least it wasn't in the days of the Black Panthers. Over the next two days I discussed the matter with several residents of the neighborhood. My landlord's wife said that she remembered the days when that corner was one of the hottest in Brooklyn. "Dealers hung out there all night playing loud music and dealing drugs from their cars. Two men were killed on that corner. It was bad. I knew that Ralph was dealing a little pot, but nothing else. I one time asked him about it and he said, "I don't know nothing." "Me neither." I was a little upset that I hadn't noticed the trade in weed, since I used to have a good sense of radar for such activity. Jay, the young attendant at the laundry, suspected that someone had snitched out Ralph. "I seen a couple of strange guys in there. Like one Latin brother who didn't fit in. He looked like Rickie Ricardo. Always watching everything. Ralph shoulda been more careful. But fuck that, Ralph ain't done nothing wrong and he was always there for you if you needed something. He was the Mayor of the Block. Fuck the PD. Fuck Bloomberg. In two years there'll be design weed store on Fulton." "Probably someone got busted and snitched him out." "Coulda snitched out someone bad, but not Ralph." "Free the weed." We slapped palms and departed with a nod of righteousness. The next day the hat salesman on the corner told me that the raid had netted some reefer and a gun. "Every bodega got to have a gun. Not like you can call 911 when someone is looking to stick you up." Nobody was happy about the bust and a retired pot dealer said, "None of this made the papers, which was strange if it was such a big deal. They got him on drugs and a gun charge. It's almost as if they were arresting him so they can steal his property. Remember Ralph's Palestinian and that's not an easy thing in this city." "I know." Ralph had recently returned from a vacation to see his family in Palestine. "Damn, po-lice." An elderly lady pushed a cart up the street. "Ralph always gave me a special deal on food. Ain't none of them supermarket gonna treat you like that?" Everyone agreed with her. Yesterday I saw Ralph's brother and gave him my $80. "Tell your brother thanks. He's a good man." "He'll be out Monday maybe." "That's good news." I walked back home, feeling a little better, but not 100%, because a friend was behind bars. Free the Ralph.