That shitty little country again…


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OK, I am in the middle of compiling the latest instalment of Daily Mail Nazi Story of the Week – but change a few words here and there and this might have been a candidate. Wait for it – it’s a stunner.

Long have we had to put up with the constant droning wail from disproportionally loud media  mouthpieces of the so-called chosen people: they are forever being persecuted, and hiding behind every little corner is a potential persecutor. Polish politicians. German industrialists. Hungarian football supporters. A boatload of Turkish peace campaigners. British academics. Barack Obama – when he is not putting on his “Baruch Obama” mask. The otherwise insignificant government of New Zealand, who have voted to outlaw the way they slaughter animals. And so on and so forth – oy vey.

Switch now to that place I will for ever more describe as that “shitty little country” (hereafter slc™) – merci, Daniel Bernard – and the story of Sabbar Kashur, an Arab man found guilty of rape having had consensual sex with a Jew.

Did you read that right? Well, yes. I am not going to comment any further on the story itself except to say that if one were to go back some seventy years and switch “Arab” for “Jew” and “Jew” for “German”, we’d have the makings of a multi-million dollar Hollywood Holocaust blockbuster here. We could even get rape-expert Roman Polanski to direct it.

In fact, we have actually had a story. In Europa, Europa, a film based on a rather unbelievable life of one Solomon Perel, we see our young protagonist move from one part of occupied Eastern Europe to the next – and expertly changing his identity as he goes along. One moment he is a communist youth leader, the next a member of the Hitlerjugend. During his spell in the elite ranks of the HJ – where he goes to painful extremes to hide his origins – he gets to have his way with a local German girl played by Julie Delpy.

OK, Madmoiselle Delpy looks rather fetching in that Bund Deutscher Mädel uniform – starched white blouse, tight black ankle-length skirt, you get the idea – but that’s really not the point; if she had managed to discover Perel’s real identity, she would have run a mile – in fact, straight to the local office of the Sicherheitsdienst. Rather than the ending we get, our hero would have been charged with rape and shipped off on the first train east – having first been made to play a final barrack-yard game with his erstwhile HJ comrades.

Solomon Perel: celluloid hero who deceived the Nazis. Sabbar Kashur: eighteen months in jail.

The case against Sabbah Kashur is just bullshit anyway – if the “victim” had made even the slightest attempt to get to know the man properly in her pursuit of a “serious relationship” – roflmao – his identity ruse would have been rumbled long before she had managed to cut the hole in the sheet.

The sex therefore was obtained under false pretences, the judges said. “If she hadn’t thought the accused was a Jewish bachelor interested in a serious romantic relationship, she would not have cooperated,” they added.

Erm, if the woman truly believed the accused was interested in a “serious romantic relationship” – Jewish bachelor or not – she would not have agreed to do the deed in a “nearby building”. I would have have just laughed her out of the court.

This theatre is just another display of the double-standards and hypocrisy for which the slc™ has become famous for; it has become so ingrained that even a judge cannot see it. As for comparing the slc™ in any way with Nazi Germany – ooh, noo. That’s anti-Semitic, donchaknow.

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