Good news! the Israeli government and the PA have found something they can agree and cooperate on.
Whoopee! I’m just ecstatic.
Get this: Israel, at the behest of the PA, is going to blow up all the buildings they vacate in Gaza. Now that’s what I call progress.
But wait, this is, well, curious. I mean, the Palestinians are always crying poverty. They don’t have decent housing. They live in houses made of cinder blocks. They have waste running through their bedrooms. No one should have to live like that. I mean, we can all agree on that, right? Well, maybe not everyone. Not the PA. For here are thousands of lovely homes and halls and what are is the PA going to do with them?
Well, not nothing. They are going to do something and that something is doing what they do best: blow them to smithereens.
Alas! Those poor “refugees” could certainly benefit by these homes. So, why is the PA insisting that Israel destroy them? Israel has repeatedly offered to leave the units intact. A gift. We’re sooooo warm and fuzzy. So generous. We figure if we make nice-nice to the nasty terrorists well, eventually we’ll win them over. They will love us. They will sing Kumbaya. They will decide that they really don’t want to slaughter every last Jew in the world because, well, because we’re… nice.
I’m truly perplexed; why is the PA so hot to blow it all to hell?
How about this: the PA is a thugogracy steeped in a perpetual litany of whiny logic, they know that if all the structures built by the Israelis are left intact then there will be shooting and killing and your basic everyday murderous anarchy in Gaza. Can you imagine? One terrorist group will go to war with another in order to control the real estate. Basically, the Palestinians fear civil war over… get this, housing. Gee willikers, and I thought the real estate market in Los Angeles was murderous.
And where is the PA in all this? Where they always are: Unable to assert even the most minimal civilized authority. The PA are, let’s face it, perhaps the most dysfunctional governing body since, well, I actually can’t think of a comparison. The PA sets a new standard for ineptitude. Mazal Tov. That’s quite an accomplishment.
Ask yourself this: If the PA can’t even take control of a few housing units, bring order to what should be a simple civic matter — for the love of G-d, how can they run a modern state? Not to mention control Hamas and Hezbollah. Oh wait, the PA is Hamas and Hezbollah. Silly me.
The answer is obvious. The PA can’t control traffic. They are quite simply a loose coalition of profiteers and terrorist gangs, warring tribes, and hate-fueled clans with the mentality of twelfth century Jihadists. The only value they hold in common is a supremely calculated nihilism laced with radical Islamo facism.
By the way, the Palestinians are the luckiest people on planet earth. Why? Because their enemy is Israel, their enemy are Jews who have not the proper temperment for true ruthlessness and destruction. I mean, the Israelis make Palestinians stand in line for hours at a time. For what reason? In order to halt suicide bombings. The chutzpah of these Jews trying to defend themselves from people who cheerfully admit their genocidal tendencies. The Palestinians really are lucky. If you don’t believe me, just look at what the Chinese have done to Tibet, to that nice Dali Lama in his cute saffron robes and beads, a man who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Now that’s what I call an occupation. Thousands of monastaries burned to the ground. Buddhist monks are arrested, tortured and murdered with nary a word of protest from the so-called peace movement.
But I digress.
The Palestinians. This is a society that cannot build, only destroy. This is a culture that cherishes death over life, where a suicide bomber holds the highest status possible. As the late terrorist leader Yassir Arafat once gleefully boasted: “We love death and the Jews love life, it is inevitable that we will destroy them.”
There is a punch line to this whole sorry affair. Karen and I actually laughed out loud when we learned that Israel is going to pay the PA to clean up the rubble. In screenwriting this is called an ironic resolution. In real life it is called true madness.