Tuesday, February 12, 2008
CIRCUS ISRAEL FLEXES MUSCLES
With Qassam rockets causing more injuries in Sderot, Circus Israel is, as always, left with no humanly conceivable option but increased force. Since force has never failed to solve our problems, and since Qassams are the latest pretext for not negotiating with our adversaries, our ringmasters have begun the ritual dance of death. Declared Meir Sheetrit, Circus Israel’s ultra-virile Interior Minister, “The IDF needs to wipe out a neighborhood in Gaza.” To show he meant business, Sheetrit burned his forearm with a cigarette.
Inflamed by Sheetrit’s fervor, hard guy Defense Minister Ehud Barak lit firecrackers in his mouth and ass. Catching the power, Infrastructure Minister and Bully Boy Benjamin Ben-Eliezer snorted cleaning solvent and rammed his motorcycle thru a store window. Roughneck Vice Premier Haim Ramon unleashed a prodigious bowel movement. The fire spread, as he-man Interior Security Minister Avi Dichter waterboarded himself, while bonebreaking Housing & Construction Minister Zeev Boim squeezed a lump of coal into a diamond between his chiseled thighs, and Deputy PM and terminator Shaul Mofaz, working with a quieter intensity, slipped across our non-border armed with a sharpened menorah.
Feeling the passion, and a potential electoral deficit, opposition leader and bad-ass Bibi Netanayu bashed beer cans on his forehead, reprising his American experience. Man-Mountain Effie Eitam squashed his own testicles with all his might and tough guy Avigdor Lieberman ripped a Haifa phonebook in half, symbolically severing the Jewish and Arabic communities. The diaspora felt the sizzle, too, as ADL honcho and palooka Abe Foxman ran to his car without a sweater.
The drums are pounding, the armor is simmering and the time is coming to sear a lesson into the Palestinian consciousness. It works like a charm.
With Qassam rockets causing more injuries in Sderot, Circus Israel is, as always, left with no humanly conceivable option but increased force. Since force has never failed to solve our problems, and since Qassams are the latest pretext for not negotiating with our adversaries, our ringmasters have begun the ritual dance of death. Declared Meir Sheetrit, Circus Israel’s ultra-virile Interior Minister, “The IDF needs to wipe out a neighborhood in Gaza.” To show he meant business, Sheetrit burned his forearm with a cigarette.
Inflamed by Sheetrit’s fervor, hard guy Defense Minister Ehud Barak lit firecrackers in his mouth and ass. Catching the power, Infrastructure Minister and Bully Boy Benjamin Ben-Eliezer snorted cleaning solvent and rammed his motorcycle thru a store window. Roughneck Vice Premier Haim Ramon unleashed a prodigious bowel movement. The fire spread, as he-man Interior Security Minister Avi Dichter waterboarded himself, while bonebreaking Housing & Construction Minister Zeev Boim squeezed a lump of coal into a diamond between his chiseled thighs, and Deputy PM and terminator Shaul Mofaz, working with a quieter intensity, slipped across our non-border armed with a sharpened menorah.
Feeling the passion, and a potential electoral deficit, opposition leader and bad-ass Bibi Netanayu bashed beer cans on his forehead, reprising his American experience. Man-Mountain Effie Eitam squashed his own testicles with all his might and tough guy Avigdor Lieberman ripped a Haifa phonebook in half, symbolically severing the Jewish and Arabic communities. The diaspora felt the sizzle, too, as ADL honcho and palooka Abe Foxman ran to his car without a sweater.
The drums are pounding, the armor is simmering and the time is coming to sear a lesson into the Palestinian consciousness. It works like a charm.
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