March Of Midgets - The Mel Pogrom

I get the feeling that a lot of folks are zealously jumping on the whack-Mel-Gibson bandwagon to show that their critique of Israel isn't an opportunistic expression of anti-semitism. (Accordingly, I'm not even gonna condescend myself to taking issue with midget Mel's tirade in this present context.)

Perfectly valid critique will never get as far as it should if it in plodding tandem remains sensitive to, and subserviently bogged down with, placating panderings to Goebbelized truisms and fears which by their very nature and propogation are designed to thwart legitmate and essential review of corrupt behavior and murderous stratagems.

Spin isn't meant to be taken seriously. Advertizing slogans are not axioms to be wrestled with outside of ProWrestling's WWE arenas. They all demand to be bypassed per their very nature, denied the homage of even the sloppiest of footnotes in one's pursuits to deal bravely, honestly, and rationally with life's immediate realities.

Claims that critique of egregious Israeli policies are anti-semitic, unless exhaustively proved otherwise as unanimously determined by a jury of 144 bedwetting and racist Derschowitzy debate club clones frozen in eristical puberty, should be ignored - and its proponents be terrifyingly told to shut the fuck up, sit down, and play with their McDucky Happy Meal toy while the fearless adults talk.

And as for Mel, well who should give a Malibu fuck but those who stand to make or break a buck off his once acclaimed tight and dwarfy buns.