I like to trust my friends. I hope they are true. I love them. I pray they understand love. I pray destiny guides us all aright.
If I get a permanent tattoo on my back saying I love Jewish people then proceed to criticize Israel and all zionist entities, you think I’d have a better shot, lol? Maybe then I wouldn’t be labeled an anti-semite.
Separate Israel from Judaism. Separate Judaism from Zionism. Separate Islam from Islamism. Separate Christianity from Fundamentalists. Separate everything from everything. Break down words.
Judaism is a religion. Jews are followers of that culture, religion, etc. Zionism is a philosophy arguing for the recreation of Israel, and like all philosophies, there are opposing perspectives. Whether or not Israel should exist is a normative question — I would answer it should not, because its creation negated the HUMAN RIGHTS of human beings, men, women, and children in Palestine. Now that it does exist, as an extension of Western Corporate interests guised by “pseudo-religious fundamentalism” and “fear-driven, conservative and authoritative politics”, and it continues to lobby around the world to justify its existence, people continue to die, war and famine continue to break out, and fundamentalism becomes rampant.
Look, at the end of the day, we all know the different between Jews and Zionists. We all know that every “group” of people has good and bad in it. I have many Jewish friends that I love, but I will tell you, that my position on Israel has not ever changed because it is rooted in moral philosophy.
The existence and continued expansion of Israel violates universal morals, human rights, and natural law.
The conflict now lies between the Arabs and the Israelis. The Arab people are struggling to prove to the world their ability to be free, democratic and just. The Israelis do whatever they can to weaken them, be it through funding terrorists or propaganda. And yet, all the while, innocent people lose their lives.
Ah, the wonders of the world.
who knew freedom would be such a struggle
The rooters would hate, lest they had one their own,
A lofty skill to appreciate as I do my stone,
My crystal palace, that hard headed dome,
Find it not, where t’is sewn.
Upon my shoulders, between this frame,
And the heavens, from where came,
That lofty gift of imposing fame,
My way with words, dare I blame.