Showing posts with label Masters of War. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Masters of War. Show all posts

4 October 2020

APOLOGIES For Not Having Posted In The Past Few Days But I’ve Been Overcome With Grief At Trump Catching China Virus!

 I will not wish that anything bad happens to Trump – rather I will quote from Dylan’s Masters of War



There is a rich irony in Donald Trump having succumbed to the Coronavirus (or Chinavirus) having done his best to write it off as a hoax or mild dose of flu.

However I’m not going to wish that Trump dies.  Rather I hope that he suffers the fate of 6 (at least) children who perished at his hands in US custody for the ‘crime’ of having been ‘illegal refugees’.

What happened to those children in US custody was murder and as Trump is such an avid supporter of the death penalty I can only hope he recovers sufficiently in order that he can be put to death by due process of the law.  However since that is not possible given the state of US ‘justice’ I am prepared to accept the advice of the last stanza of Bob Dylan’s Masters of War.

I understand that the social media giants – Facebook and Twitter and Tiktok – are taking down posts that wish Trump an early demise. These monopoly representatives of capitalism and the racist warmongers are behaving exactly as we expect them to. Twitter has consistently provided a platform for the racist and warmongering output of Trump including his admiration of White supremacists.

We can expect nothing more from these hypocrites who won’t tolerate anyone wishing death on Trump but they are happy to accept his racist rantings against the most defenceless people in society.

Tony Greenstein

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Bob Dylan Lyrics

"Masters Of War"

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead


 

1 April 2020

The Masters of War and Corbyn's Failure to deal with ‘anti-Semitism’ and the poison of the Ruth Smeeths

The Self-Pitying Whine of the Jewish Chronicle’s Stephen Pollard is in contrast to his contempt for others
 Wednesday April 1st
The Editor,
The Jewish Chronicle
28 St. Albans Lane
London NW11 7QE

Dear Editor,
Strange as it may seem, I just want to say how much I agree with Ruth Smeeth, the former MP for Stoke-on-Trent North whose voters wisely booted her out on December 12th.[Jeremy Corbyn's failure on antisemitism will tarnish his time as Labour leader, March 30]. This was one of the few welcome moments of an otherwise dismal night.
If only Jeremy had called out this viperous shrew when she had the gall to attack Marc Wadsworth, an anti-racist whose boots she isn’t even fit to lick, then this whole sad and sorry farce could have been nipped in the bud.
If only Jeremy had had a bit of backbone then he would have told this former Israel lobbyist (BICOM) and US asset to fuck off and get a life. So much trouble could have been avoided. Instead this diva was pampered, flattered and made to feel important rather than treated as the overgrown schoolgirl she is.

All Smeeth’s bogus allegations against Marc, who wasn’t even aware she was Jewish and cared even less, were abandoned when the video of what happened at the Chakrabarti press conference was examined. Marc was expelled, not for anti-Semitism, but for ‘bringing the Labour Party into disrepute’ - the same catch all charge used against all of us.
If Corbyn had stood up to the Zionist Lobby, rejected the IHRA misdefinition of anti-Semitism and said that instead of Zionists crying ‘anti-Semitism’ whenever Israel was criticised they might instead deal with the real problem – Israeli apartheid, he might be Prime Minister. That instead of attacking the messenger Zionists should try and deal with the message, difficult though that might be.
All racists together - Tom Watson (left) Isaac Herzog leader of the fast disappearing Israeli Labor Party and Smeeth (2nd right)
Don't get me wrong, I understand your problem deeply.  How can one possibly defend destroying water pipes, solar panels and now even Palestinian clinics dealing with Coronavirus ? Of course it's easier to cry ‘anti-Semitism’ but you need to practice holding your breath and counting to 150.
Unfortunately Jeremy, who is a very trusting soul, thought that when someone mentioned ‘anti-Semitism’ that they were referring to hatred of Jews rather than hatred of racism, Zionism and Israel fanatics such as your editor, the loathsome Stephen Pollard.
Speaking of Pollard I was amused to read his latest piece in the Daily Hate Mail where he revealed that he had cancer and asked us to 'Spare a thought for those of us who are at high risk'. I wonder how many thoughts Pollard spared for Palestinian demonstrators mowed down by sniper fire at Gaza’s fence?

I like to think that I am pretty generous in my feelings for others but there is one person who will definitely not be on the receiving end of my sympathy and that is your vile editor.
In July 2010 I emailed Pollard and asked why the Jewish Chronicle did not carry the truth about what Israel was really like. I gave as an example the shocking incident involving a young American Jewish student, an Israeli citizen too, Emily Henochowicz, who had gone along to a regular picket at the Qualandiya checkpoint near Jerusalem. As is the custom, a soldier had fired a teargas canister which hit her face blinding her in one eye.  Instead of apologising and compensating her her family were billed for the hospital fees as the Israeli army refused to pay them.
What was the response of the foul creature that edits your newspaper? He wrote back to me ‘Thank you for your email, which will make a fine addition to my 'delete' folder.’  The cynicism in such a comment betrays the truth of what the Jewish Chronicle stands for. That all the noise and commotion about ‘anti-Semitism’ was just for the gallery.
Listening to Pollard’s self-pitying whine about how vulnerable he is I’m reminded of the final stanza of Bob Dylan’s Masters of War, one of his finest and yet underrated songs:

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Or as Malcolm said in Macbeth:

‘Nothing in his life became him like his leaving of it’. 
I realise that you won’t be printing this fine letter but even the writing of it was cathartic in these strained times.

Yours faithfully,

Tony Greenstein