It is of course Christmas Eve, and I really want to wish everyone a most Merry Christmas... I personally will probably be spending the next few days with relatives and my own family celebrating this time of the year...With everyone being in holiday cheer, I must remind everyone that we must not forget those less fortunate and do our part to help and aid our fellow man... With that in mind, I must also remind everyone of those innocent people who are right now being brutalized and even outright murdered in the occupied West Bank and of course the mess that is the Gaza Strip by the most evil and psychotic nutjobs in that hell hole called Israel...For this article, I want to present a fabulous poem that comes from Greg Bacon's "Goon Squad" website, at www.careandwashingofthebrain.blogspot.com... It is a "take off" of the famous poem "Twas The Night Before Christmas" and focuses on the brutality of the innocent lives in occupied Palestine... Here is that article from Greg right here for everyone to see for themselves, and I do have my usual thoughts and comments to follow:
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
"Twas the night before Christmas"... in Occupied Palestine
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through PalestineIOF creatures were stirring, setting land mines.No stockings were hung by the chimney with care,Palestinian kids knew death was in the air.The children were hiding under their beds,While IOF storm troopers were about, spraying lead.And mamma in her hijab, and I in my cap,Were praying to Allah that the IOF would not snap.When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,IOF machine guns were making bodies splatter.A window broke with the sound of a crashAs an IOF grenade, turned my brothers into mash.The blood on the breast of the new-fallen snowGave the lustre of death to objects below.When, what to my frightened eyes should appear,But an Israeli tank, and eight more IOF troopers and gear.The IOF tank driver, so little and quick,I knew in a moment, compensating for his small dick.More rapid than eagles his shells they came,And he laughed and shouted, and called my family names.And then, in a twinkling, I heard the roof cave inAnd the IOF troopers, shouting with a grin.As I drew in my head, and was turning around,Down the chimney came a IOF mortar round.It crashed to our floor, with a terrible noiseKilling my father with typical Jewish joy.An IOF trooper, with bombs in his backpack.Kicked open our door and started to attack.His eyes-how they gleamed! My, how scaryHis cheeks were like tombs, his nose like a cherry!His droll little mouth was drawn with a sneer.The bulge in his pants, told me he was queer.The stump of a pipe bomb he held tight in his teeth,And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.He had a ghostly face and a little round belly,That shook when he shot his machine gun, like on the Telly.He was severe and plump, a bastard with a leerAnd I cried when I saw him, filled with fear.The gleam in his eye and a twist of his head,Soon gave me to know I had much to dread.He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,Spraying bullets around, like a callous jerk.And laying his knife aside of my throatHe slit it open, like one would a goat.He sprang to his tank, to his team gave a whistle,And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,"Death to all Palestinians and to all, a gory night!"Posted by Greg Baconat 2:54 AMNTS Notes: It is indeed so sad to see what is continuing to happen to these people who rightfully have every right to that land.... It is maddening to watch that land stolen right from under their eyes by the criminal psychopaths in Israel with the full backing of the criminals in the United States government....Again, celebrate Christmas, but always heed its true meaning by remembering those less fortunate and those who are suffering in occupied Palestine...Merry Christmas to everyone....More to comeNTS
