To me, they [Palestinians] are like animals, they aren’t human.
— Eli Ben-Dahan, Israeli Politician, 2013
They’re stripping all the truth to shreds. Don and Bibi’s gift shop’s Rent-a-Dissident will knock your conscience dead. If you purchase their postcards, they’ll know they got your head. If you buy four for a dollar, it’s a quarter deal for each; otherwise they’re free for those who plan to swim on Gaza beach. Soon when all the animal kids are dead, their cockroach parents turned to dust, the bellies of the starved burst wide, sit down and eat your lunch. You’ll be in excellent company with media all so fake, who waited till the deed was done to light the candles on their cake. Now they moan and groan about starvation, as if they really care, but as the Palestinians are being exterminated, they aren’t really there.
This is only the beginning.
– Benjamin Netanyahu, March 2025
A Palestinian Love Song to Americans
It doesn’t matter that the wars are coming
It doesn’t matter that the wars just came
It doesn’t matter that we had our warning
To you all wars are just the same
I thought you really loved me
I thought you really cared
I thought that when the bombs were falling
You’d shelter me when I was scared
But now I know that you’re a liar
I should have trusted my dear heart
You sided with your dirty killers
You walked beside them from the start
It doesn’t matter that the wars are coming
It doesn’t matter that the wars just came
It doesn’t matter that we had our warning
To you all wars are just the same
I guess we’ll have to go and die now
While you go on your merry way
We’ll travel on our final journey
But some day you will have to pay
So thanks for all the kisses that you threw me
I almost caught them on the fly
They seemed so gentle in the twilight
Until I heard them whisper die
It doesn’t matter that the wars are coming
It doesn’t matter that the wars just came
It doesn’t matter that we had our warning
To you all wars are just the same
I do not admit that the dog [the Palestinians] in the manger has the final right to the manger, even though he may have lain there for a very long time.
– Winston Churchill, 1917, as the Balfour Declaration was being discussed
So much for “the drugged cockroaches in a bottle,” as former Israeli army Chief-of-Staff, Gen. Rafael Eitan, described Palestinians in 1983.
I guess we’ll have to go and die now
While you go on your merry way
We’ll travel on our final journey
But some day you will have to pay