Eugene David ...The One-Minute Pundit |
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Thursday, February 13, 2003
This book review reminds us in a single paragraph of one of the most odious political gatherings this side of a Nazi beer hall or a Klan cross burning, a moral disaster whose shadow still darkens us, the UN-sponsored Durban Hate Conference, run by that infamous ne plus ultra of wimps and appeasers, the "honorable" President Robinson. In an orgy of psychosis not unlike DTs, with unspeakable creatures and thoughts oozing forth from bigoted recesses into a fevered reality, the conference virtually affirmed Kurt Waldheim's undying truth repealed but still unbowed: that Zionism equals racism. The obscenity might not have even merited the usual footnote of history but that the following week the greatest dream of so many gathered in South Africa came true: America was attacked, by flying squadrons of holy cockroaches. One suspects some of the dogs of Durban will be marching for what they will call peace. To be sure, most of those protesting are humane well-meaning people genuinely wanting peace, who do not wish to see humanity suffer again after a century of unprecedented barbarism. Many will march simply because they're afraid, or because they feel humanity's only choice is to cave to tyrants and hope for the best. Some -- a significant minority -- will protest for peace because they hate America. Still a smaller lot -- and one must think it includes many of the organizers -- don't want peace because they hate America. The rallies will thus mesh hands in prayer with the knowing smirk of a Robert Tilton. I'm worried about war too: for all our might Saddam has tricks up his arsenal, and we must face retaliation at home. But war now, when casualties will be relatively light, may be necessary to prevent war later, when our race's survival is at stake. Better the smart bombs now than the Damoclean sword hung on nuclear tripwires later.
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