Israel’s latest motiveless, malevolent attack on humanity

Of course the Muslims want to break Israel’s blockade of Gaza in order to be free to bring arms and terrorists into Gaza with which to attack Israel, and Israel, the Neighborhood Bully, is not letting them do that. Israeli forces boarded the six ships carrying the 600 “humanitarian activists” and tons of supplies toward Gaza. The humanitarian activists, who had weapons, fired at the soldiers, and the soldiers killed ten or 15 of them. See the New York Times’ account. See Diana West’s story, “Who attacked whom?”, about the inevitable international response. Then see the video of the humanitarian activists chanting, “Remember Khaibar, Khaibar, oh Jews! The army of Muhammad will return.” Khaibar was, of course, a Jewish community defeated and destroyed by Muhammad.

Well, the Neighborhood Bully, he’s just one man,
His enemies say he’s on their land.
They got him outnumbered, about a million to one,
He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
He’s the Neighborhood Bully.

The Neighborhood Bully, he just lives to survive,
He’s criticized and condemned for being alive.
Not supposed to fight back, supposed to have thick skin,
Supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in.
He’s the Neighborhood Bully.

The Neighborhood Bully, been driven out of every land,
He’s wandered the earth, an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn,
He’s always on trial, for just being born.
He’s the Neighborhood Bully.

When he knocked down a lynch mob, he was criticized.
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
When he destroyed the bomb factory, nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him, he was supposed to feel bad.
He’s the Neighborhood Bully.

Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That he’ll live by the rules that the world makes for him,
‘Cause there’s a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him given out to every maniac.
He’s the Neighborhood Bully.

Well, he’s surrounded by pacifists who all want peace,
They pray for it nightly, that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldn’t hurt a fly, to hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
He’s the Neighborhood Bully.

Every empire that enslaved him is gone,
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon.
He’s made a garden paradise in the desert sand,
In bed with nobody, under no one’s command.
He’s the Neighborhood Bully.

Now his holiest books have been trampled upon,
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on.
He took the crumbs of the world, and he turned it into wealth,
Took sickness and disease, and he turned it into health.
He’s the Neighborhood Bully.

What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers? Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood Bully, standing on a hill,
Running out the clock, time standing still.
Neighborhood Bully.

(Words and Music by Bob Dylan, 1983, Special Rider Music)

Posted by Lawrence Auster at May 31, 2010 10:54 AM | Send