Last edited Wed Apr 11, 2012, 08:58 PM - Edit history (1)
A guy goes to the West Bank, and finds an Israeli soldier who is like totally cool dude and who only wants to talk about Palestinian beer. Much more pleasant conversation than those Arabs who only want to talk about occupation. He is converted to being a hasbarado on the spot. Who wouldnt?
My favourite paragraph was this:-
Back in Tel Aviv in the summer of 2011, I began to listen more closely to the Israeli side. I remember one conversation in Shenkin Street -- Tel Aviv's most fashionable quarter, a street where everybody looks as if they went to art college. I was outside a cafe interviewing a former soldier.
He talked slowly about his time in Gaza. He spoke about 20 Arab teenagers filled with ecstasy tablets and sent running towards the base he'd patrolled. Each strapped with a bomb and carrying a hand-held detonator.
The pills in their bloodstream meant they felt no pain. Only a headshot would take them down.
Well, its good to see that Hamas are such enthusiastic dispensers of ecstasy. It could make for some good tourism opportunities now that the Dutch are cracking (ahem) down on their coffee houses.
But I digress. Now, I am not much of a partier, but when I party I party hard. I like to strut my funky stuff and shake my sizzling booty with the best of them, and that means I have been "e to the me" on more than one occasion.
Now, it may well be that Hamas' ecstasy is better than the local stuff you get around here, but I still say that if you cop a 7.62 mm round in the thigh you are still going to fall to the ground and cry like a little bitch, no matter how much ecstasy you've taken.
In any event, this is just more credulous tosh from someone who confesses he was never that well-versed in the conflict.
= new reply since forum marked as read