Israel and Gaza. A Plea.

Gaza and Israel.

I have researched the proximity of luxury hotels to the armistice line in both Israel and Gaza.

Hotels in Israel look a more pleasurable place in which to be barefoot. Gaza looks as though they are trying very hard.

Both rentable abodes are merely metres from murder and pieces of children, pieces unattached in a disorientating and warping fashion.

Both tourist hubs are within regrettable earshot of another father that tears at his shirt and chews his teeth whilst tears scream down his cheeks into a wiry Arab beard. Others stand around, clutching him in vain- their touch and own grasp offering no healing power for such cuts. The sudden rip of death between those still here and otherwise. The men around him appear daunted and confused, sickened by their reality and their latest definition of home. How can this man’s life be worse, how can he go on? They will hold him. We are apes. Perhaps some chemicals of the brain will happen in our favour…

The US Passport and Travel service warns me away from a potential visit to either lands. I agree. Rockets are an issue for me here…as they are for most children there tonight.

In terms of right to land, be it historical or racial, I feel that those in proximity to it are the owners- meaning, now, both. Israel has no more right to the strip as I do to Africa- the dawn of all humanity and the cradle of civilisation. Being the place of origin for some of my ancestors is irrelevant and all religious claims are revolting. All Israeli cries of requiring space to live are foolish as we do not burn one man’s home so as to build a palace for another. This is Nero. This is insane.

By all means, Israel, as a Jewish state, has a right to exist- just not at the expense of others in so far as death, desolation and misery can be considered a bad end of the deal for the people of Palestine.

There is no justice for your dead child in the murder of the children of those that committed it. You’re simply making more murderers, and more dead children. Both states have a growing population of dead children now, and it is rising along with the tide of hatred that will soon cease to roll back.

I can contact the ‘Commodore Hotel Gaza’ and enquire as to a good time to visit. My reason is that I wonder if there is, much like Britain mid-blitz, a duty of ‘chin up and keep moving’ business about them. I doubt there is when your two options are to either sit beneath a table or to run to the sea.

This state of Israel should exist, if its people want it so, but it must not exist as such- at the expense of blood and death to any other people. This is war, and this is empirical by such means as demolition, intimidation, piousness and murder.

Retaliation on both sides has achieved nothing. So we simply have hate. Burning the backs of one another’s children until you are all gone and the desert reclaims what it ever seeks to encroach upon.

A child is not a representative of the state, and an action against their children will see the worst reaction from that state.

The people of Gaza have perpetually lost- the defeat is total. Decimation of a people as an effort to end the actions of a few is a failure of your humanity and a statement that the greatest lesson of the 20th century- to stand up for those in fear of bullies- has been forgotten and ignored.

Israel. Shelling a city will kill the murderers you aim for, but not them alone. History will judge you for continuing and you will never become a beacon of righteousness that the modern world demands of its nation states.

An alternative?

I don’t know.

But not this.

The option resulting in the maximum number of dead infants is to be avoided. Perhaps at the expense of your safety. But you do not want to die a monster.

May peace come to you all swiftly.

Sam

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How To Conquer Your Fears And Then Beat The Shit Out Of Them When They’re Not Looking.

Sometimes I blindside myself with the question: “Do you have any fears?”

I don’t know why I do that, aside from the fact that it’s a good conversation starter…when I want to talk to myself.

The secret to conquering fear is: repetition until the sensation of swimming with piranhas is something you no longer notice.

Like when you shit. If you’d never shat before- you find it very surprising and feel the need to keep it from ever happening again.

I’d imagine that it’d be like shitting a cat. If you’ve never shat a live cat, and I doubt you have, then you’d want to prevent it from happening, because if you have had shat a cat, and I still doubt you have, then you’d have something new to fear.

There is one main method to dealing with these fears.

Deal with them.

Aggression, involvement and repetition, solve this.

Be involved with your neighbour and the world will be something you are part of, as opposed to something you are against.

Altogether- I’m against high-school shootings. They don’t work.

Just look at them, they don’t work. They are tragic and the ‘reason’ behind the children doing this was that they felt uninvolved. Isolation is a killer for a species such as ours, and the sense of scarcity in the footholds of these murderer’s social lives is what drives people like that to attempt to communicate with such hatred and fear. The firing of the guns was an expression of emotion from children that didn’t know how to talk yet.

There is one way to deal with this, and that is to delve a little deeper into the lives of those around you, and therefore the world around.

Neglect of your neighbour is an evil thing, mainly for you. When you don’t know your neighbour, then you doom yourself to masturbating those ninety years of life that you tremble at the thought of living. The trembling makes your genitals sway, and this is not how things are supposed to be.

Genitals should not sway; they should be thrust or spread. Swaying is for your hands in the air with a lighter well lit in them whilst acoustic guitar songs are performed. You wouldn’t put a lit lighter inside your genitals, and so therefore the analogy is complete.

An important point: IT IS NOT SAFER IN YOUR ROOM.

Just look at the holocausts.

Uhu. That’s right, I pluralised it. Holocausts.

Just look at the holocaust, and then the other holocaust, and then that other one.

Take the genocide of the Jewish (amongst a tragic number of other groups) in Europe- without that, in such modern times as these, we wouldn’t know how evil we can become when we neglect our neighbours. We know how evil ‘not paying attention’ can be, because of this. Good. Let’s not let it happen again.

But of course we did- the extermination throughout a couple of centuries in the New World. Native Americans, the First Nations…’Injuns’. Relatively- they are gonner’s. A people that would be easier to comprehend if they weren’t here anymore. We need to learn from this- the American Holocaust. From the extermination of various peoples and cultures as they are literally ‘removed’ across a continent, to the sterilising of Native American mothers so as to have less Native American mothers, the people have not only been ‘removed’- they’ve been screwed.

I hope for an overwhelming increase in First Nation offspring…and comedians. The comedians will be my favourite part of all this, aside from the lesson to never repeat it. But this being all to hope from this particular holocaust- I feel it is only evil. No lesson has yet be learnt, no good has yet come (no offense meant to the Native American comedy community).

Then look at what we had in Ancient China, and what the Mongolians did to them. Unfortunately, I believe it’s about the only thing Mongolia has ever done, but being that as may, the annihilation of one hundred million Ancient Chinese men, women and children, all in the name of…your own name and it’s glorification (which admittedly did get them what they wanted) and the perpetual goal of  LOOT, is unacceptable. The tragic pain it undoubtedly was has been nullified by time, but still, we tend to view this holocaust as a something that happened, as opposed to…the holocaust.

I consider there to be many definitions of violence. One of them is that violence is the neglect of your neighbours to such a degree that you can’t last without them, whilst they are busy living without you. You are fucking yourself just as much as you are allowing your neighbour to be fucked. And not in a pleasant, “let’s insert one of this” or “how about enveloping that whilst being as wet as you can?”

And then…what do you fear?

Typically, we fear a lack of good people leading to a lack of our own personal comfort.

You fear spiders? Rather- you fear not having an arachnologist nearby so as to dash forwards with a handkerchief so as to dispose of the offending creature that was only trying to stand very still. If not this, then it’s because you fear spiders because you didn’t grow up stroking them, like you should have done.

You should have grown up stroking all creatures, purely for the reason that something you grew up stroking- you no longer fear. You might be bored of them (imagine being bored of tarantulas), but you will not fear them. “(Sigh) Enough with the tarantulas!”

Evidently, you’ve been neglecting your environment too.

I see you there, neglecting your environment. You’re good at it.

When was the last time you frolicked, pussy?

Go frolic, there’s really not much else to do apart from to go frolicking in the meadow. There’s no other reason for meadows. If you don’t frolic in the meadow, you’re doomed to something awful…like…kidnap, or something like that. I’m sure that there are many situations that can only be solved by frolicking, and you’ll be all out of practise. You won’t know how to roll around and jiggle in the meadow.

Being tied up and frolicking go hand in duct-taped hand. If you’ve frolicked enough; you’ll be free. Obviously don’t try this in terms of allowing kidnapping to happen to yourself; that would be silly.

Still- without a frolic to your name, or a name to your neighbour, your fears with grow and eat you bit by bit (always avoid being chewed) so my advice to you is as follows.

Speak to everyone around you. If you’re not good at that sort of thing, then have a set of questions ready. My preference of opening question is: “What’s your favourite colour”. It’s cute and endearing, in a fuck-fear kind of way.

Secondly. Go to the meadow and enjoy it for what it’s for. You know…frolicking.

Dealing with your fear is the only way to conquer it, and having fun whilst doing so is the means by which to kick fear whilst it sits stunned on the ground and you’re smiling.

Just go and frolic- I think I’ve made that clear by now. Jeez.

That’s where I’m going right now.

In the meadow.

Sam