British journalist Johann Hari has written one of the most appalling, ill-informed op-eds I have ever read regarding Israel.
Here’s a taste:
When you hit your 60th birthday, most of you will guzzle down your hormone replacement therapy with a glass of champagne and wonder if you have become everything you dreamed of in your youth. In a few weeks, the state of Israel is going to have that hangover.
She will look in the mirror and think – I have a sore back, rickety knees and a gun at my waist, but I’m still standing. Yet somewhere, she will know she is suppressing an old secret she has to face. I would love to be able to crash the birthday party with words of reassurance. Israel has given us great novelists like Amos Oz and A.B. Yehoshua, great film-makers like Joseph Cedar, great scientific research into Alzheimer’s, and great dissident journalists like Amira Hass, Tom Segev and Gideon Levy to expose her own crimes.
She has provided the one lonely spot in the Middle East where gay people are not hounded and hanged, and where women can approach equality.
But I can’t do it. Whenever I try to mouth these words, a remembered smell fills my nostrils. It is the smell of shit.
And it gets worse.
I had a hell of a fisking planned too, but since Honest Reporting has already done the job, I will rather point you to theirs.
Meanwhile, I have this message to Hari: If you want to stop smelling sh*t, stop writing get your head out of your ass (thanks Paco).
Update: Separated at Birth: Turds of a Feather Edition
