That's It, Israel - No More Bananas

That's it, Israel.

You are now officially on the SMC boycott list. Back to your 1967 lines, rabid pitbull. You've had 40 years to pull back. But you just keep on finding and creating one lame assed excuse after another to expropriate and devastate what is not yours. Enough has now become enough.

By the end of next week, we will talk two others into boycotting you, and we will make sure they likewise each pass the word on.

As far as SMC is now wholeheartedly concerned, your pass on reprehensible behavior is officially revoked. You now have nuclear weapons and are the deadliest dog on the block, so stop showing us silly comparisons of land areas - that's downright dishonest when sizing up relative threats. You have nothing left to fear but your own insatiable fears and human frailties and no canon built will ever cure that.

Israel, it is now time to get yourself a good shrink and move maturely along instead of whiningly exacting sympathy and support, money and blood, and blind eyes turned while you hue and cry for ever more weapons, wicked walls, and liquified neighbours.

We've had it with your deplorable behavior, a behavior that only worsens for each round of empathetic outreach offered the still living memory of a tragedy fundamentally belonging to all of humanity that will weep for it.

Yet now has come the time to devote our rigorous attentions to the ongoing traumas of peoples being denuded of their life and dignity by your violent and disrespectful regime of landgrabbing and racist bullies.

Instead of unquestioningly harkening to beggaries that will have us overlook and negate appalling sufferings in the present in favor of the chronic cry for amelioration of foregone disparities and horrors, we are now ready to diagnose you as ready to move the fuck along from the intensive care unit. We know our icecream is tasty and free and that our nurses are gorgeous but it's time to catch up with Western society and our values instead of just leaching off of them for gains only good for a malefic few. If you want to sing in the Eurovision song festival and play in our basketball leagues then you best soon get with the rhythm of civilized nations.

The iniquities you so mourn are ironically the very thing that you as a state have come to embody. No cultural, scientific, or industrial achievement of national pride is worth more than a grain of wet salt until you forsake the path of covetous and callous tyrants. Such accomplishments merely take on the appearance of exculpations come full face with the repugnancies of your subjugation of a people poor, displaced, and disparaged.

Now is the time for the mourning that demands the remedial destruction of others to end. Until then Israel, no more banana splits.