BUSTING OUT: THE ISRAEL DYNAMICS THAT SHOULD EMPTY OUT THE ARAB NATION OF ITS CHRISTIANS

Fictionalized.

D r a f t - - second. I've tried to highlight the added paragraphs - - an entire part about the dynamics of the exodus of the Arab Christians - - and have deleted some extraneous stuff.

IMPORTANT: Please read apology at the bottom of this post.


HONEY: GO SOMEWHERE

“Honey, this isn’t depression. You’re burnt out. Go somewhere.” This is the opinion of Jennifer, an old friend, a seasoned psychologist.

I pack my car for camping and drive south.

I like driving long distance. It makes me happy.


JESUS IS LORD, AND ISRAEL IS HIS CAUSE

On my way south, I listen mostly to religious radio stations. Call it curiosity.

The Muslim World, it turns out, is the only obstacle left to the spread of the Gospel. You see: I didn’t know that. Conquer them, I say. “Let us pray. That the Muslim World accept our Love; that the Lord Jesus protect Israel against - -” What? These people are insane. Is Israel passing money on to these people - - and coordinating their agenda? Their stations seem to broadcast sermons at such a higher pitch, the pitch of God’s voice, really. I bet it’s sinful to impersonate God, even if only via a radio station.

The Idiots accuse Iran of being a source of Islamic chauvinism, not appreciating that we are too - -a source of Christian chauvinism - - and that Iran is nothing but the Israel model re-created. Here’s our chauvinism, so clearly defined, on powerful FM radio stations. Here are the Ones-who-kidnapped-Jesus-and-stirred-him-into-the-Old Testament-Bowl-of-Israel-Soup, trying to replicate the religious chauvinism of Israel and Iran in the United States.

They’ve so succeeded.

(In replicating Israel’s chauvinism, however, Iran has it much better than Israel because - -

(1) Iran isn’t colonizing anyone’s lands, let alone the lands of Arabs. (You will undoubtedly raise the issue of the three islands which belong to the United Arab Emirates and which Iran occupies. Maybe these specks would've amounted to something before the Israel Boys (and therefore Israel)had dismembered Arab Iraq. After Iraq, the Arab elite, including the Gulf non-ruling elite, is focused more on how the Israel-Anchored Idiots may hurt the Arab nation, and less on how Iran can.)

(2) Iran didn’t have its Diaspora in the land of the Israel-Anchored Idiots motivate a White House to dismember an Arab Sunni-led country;

(3) Iran isn’t pumping money into Evangelical “Christians” to wage American campaigns against, say, the Sunni Muslim World - - and to inculcate such hatred in the United States of Sunni Muslims.)


A METHOD

I’ve evolved a system (not really a system - - more like a method) where I stop for rest and fuel not in rest areas or anywhere that says “X Road.” I stop in towns. It’s mildly more interesting, especially that Interstate 95 likely is the most boring road in America.


HUMILIATING AN AMERICAN VICE-PRESIDENT

I at times would surf away from the Evangelical-Jewish right wing (by definition - - I'm just being politically presentable) stations and head over to NPR.


I hear about the Israelis mistreating our Vice President by announcing the planned construction of new settlements “units” at the very moment that Mr. Biden is there to show them LOVE. The Vice President is there allegedly to assure the Israelis that there’s no so called space/distance between the Israel-Anchored Idiots and their Anchor. Here’s a powerful country (less powerful thanks to a solid tendency to solidly follow Israel-inspired advice and solidly miscalculate politically and militarily as a result and disturb the hell out of people’s lives in West Asia and now in South Asia) being kicked in the ass by its protectorate. The Israel-Anchored Idiots are so afraid that Israel would attack Iran - - and not hurt it much; but Iran would retaliate against our troops and we would get into a war at a time not of our choosing.

I suspect Netanyahu’s wing within the Israeli cabinet did in our Vice President in retaliation for the Israel-Anchored Idiots coordinating with Ehud Barak and not with Netanyahu. Ehud Barak twice recently said that a nuclear Iran wouldn’t be an existential threat to Israel. These statements, if anything, are accommodation by Barak of the Israel-Anchored Idiots. These would need similar statements by halo-ed Israelis - - heroes-and-saints to Americans - - to persuade Americans that war with Iran at this moment - - to “protect” “our Israel” and spread the Gospel among the Muslims- - isn’t advisable. In other words: to defuse right wing campaigns against the Obama Administration about weakness in foreign policy and such inane absurdities. (Remember: we’re in the mode of retrenching-and-inflating, and not in the mode of making wars that neither we, nor even the Chinese who are buying our Treasuries and therefore indirectly funding our wars which are meant to balance Chinese power - - can afford.)

Netanyahu must’ve been eminently displeased. Add to that the fact that Netanyahu likely assesses that the Obama Administration for obvious domestic American reasons isn’t free to squeeze Israel. Netanyahu knew he can get away with it and be the hero that he is to America’s right wing.

Instead of ordering the Protected Assholes to cease-and-desist from colonizing, we’re down to begging them. Never mind that the timid Israel-Anchored Idiots can wink at our CIA to start secret supplies of weapons to Hezbollah. Hezbollah is THE Deterrent to Israel attacking Iran. The deterrent certainly is NOT the helpless plights of our Vice President nor the supply of yet more advanced weapons to Israel.

In this period of transition, while we define and install the tripwire, Hezbollah is our ally, de facto, the Israel-Anchored Idiots like-it-or-not.


TOM, THE FORMER NAVY, IS AS CLUMSY AS I

Somewhere in Florida I report to a park and ask to camp. “We’re full; it’s high season,” says the ranger. But there’s a campground a few miles north, she adds. I head there. I get a spot.

It takes me forever to put up my tent. I fumble and fumble and fumble. Tom, my neighbor, comes over to help. He had served in the Navy. Recently, he had been diagnosed with melanoma but had beaten it - - he hopes. He’s covered with clothing, a beard, and a hat. He really isn’t much better than I at putting up the tent. He uses force to make the material comply. In the end, after much effort, the tent goes up. I stand there and pray to Jesus that it withstand the blowing winds and the looming rains. I look across the water and scream His Name. With Israel and its people having dominated the Evangelical Christians, in good part, I would think, by pumping money into them; with Crusader and Bald Samson and the Israel Boys having dismembered an Arab country that had paid little attention to one’s religion - - the Christians of West Asia and North Africa might as well pack their bags and head to a campground, preferably in low-season, maybe to Nebraska.

THE DYNAMICS OF A CHRISTIAN ARAB EXODUS

How so, you might ask. As much as I'd like to think that an Idiots' tripwire would do in West Asia - - the Gulf in particular - - the Idiots will be drawn in as balancers of Iranian power on grounds that are beyond conventional weapons and warfare. They will not be able to stay away. Consider, for instance the plight by the Gulf Arabs to Secretary of Defense Gates. In essence these Gulf Arabs want Secretary Gates to save them from Iran. I've maintained repeatedly that this is an act--that the Gulf Arabs have so much wealth that they can neutralize any Iranian influence in their countries, say among their Shiite Arab population.


The complaints to Secretary Gates conceal an agenda: These Gulf Arabs, the Saudi in particular, (the U.A.E chimes in because of the islands)-- can't accept the limitation to their power that the new regional balance of power, post-dismemberment of Arab Iraq (in which they had partnered), place on them. Iran is on the ascendancy; but, more importantly, the American tripwire (a conventional defense umbrella), without more, consecrates the freedom from Saudi influence of smaller Gulf states - - e.g., Qatar, Kuwait. Saudi influence therefore has now been clipped in the north (Syria, Lebanon, Iraq) in favor of Iran, and in the south (Qatar, Kuwait, the U.A.E.) in favor of the U.S.

Since the Israel-Anchored Idiots will not be able to shed their Anchor, Israel, their attempt at balancing Iranian power will necessarily have an Israeli flavor to it. The Israel-Anchored Idiots wouldn't be able to control for that. In other words, Israel will feature prominent in their intervention in the Arab nation. They should not be able to limit that intervention to the Gulf - - to the tripwire. The American Jewish-Evangelists should participate by using the Voice of God to further Israel's interest; in that, and in view of their culture, they should be expected to unleash even more against Muslims - - and it'll be nearly impossible for the Israelis to persuade them to pick-and-choose among these.

The interference by the Israel-Anchored Idiots, being drawn in by the Gulf Arabs - -the Saudi ruling elite, in particular - - and possibly others who need to make a buck (e.g., Jordan, Egypt) should, at a minimum, result in "retaliation" against the Christians in such places as Iraq and Egypt. The conflict involving the Israel-Anchored Idiots, after all, should increasingly become a religious one, regardless of the Israel-Anchored Idiots' best intentions.

"Retaliation' against the Christians of Egypt and Iraq would mean refugee camps where available. The most likely place: the United States.

the challenge for the Israel-Anchored Idiots would be to limit their involvement to the tripwire, no more. But my money is on the Saudi ruling elite and the Israelis succeeding at involving the Idiots deeper-and-deeper. It'll be a religious war, no doubt about it.


Next time you the Israel-Anchored Idiots decide to conquer a secular Arab country (the only one left is Syria, but the Christians of Egypt and Lebanon should follow), do the Christians of West Asia and North Africa - - of the Arab nation - - a favor: Empty out the campgrounds in Nebraska or wherever you think is appropriate to place all these aliens.

I'm aware that people emigrate mostly for economic reasons. But shock events and political-military miscalculations play a role, too. Consider Iraq, O Jesus-Loving Israel-Anchored Idiots.


DID THE DAUGHTERS DISAPPOINT THEIR FATHER? WHY?

Before I do anything else, I need to change the car’s engine oil. I had dropped in on my Arab mechanic in the D.C. area, but he had been busy. No wonder Jiffy Lube does brisk business: My Arab mechanic takes a break after he does each car, and during. He eats. He makes up for his easy-does-it attitude with stories about how they used to smuggle diamonds from West Africa to the consternation of De Beers. My mechanic exaggerates, which is an accusation against all of us Arabs. So I divide any numbers he gives by 100.

The first place I spot for oil change is a Wal-Mart. The attendant hails from Maryland, so we behave as if we’ve known each other for eons. I shop three times while waiting for my car’s turn.

An old man, retired (80 percent of them are), strikes up a conversation with me. He looks like Jennifer’s (the psychologist) late dad, and speaks like her late father-in-law, from Philadelphia. This man is from New Jersey. Without solicitation, he talks with pride about his two sons. I ask what he did before retiring. He used to oversee construction sites for the state - - which is what his older son now is doing. His other son: he manages a marina owned by his father-in-law.

I don’t think the man has any other children. I ask anyway. Three daughters, he says. Then he goes eerily silent. He ponders for a while then, out of the blue, he says “I should’ve had ten children.” What’s that all about? What’s going on? Is he wishing he had played the numbers for more sons? I remind myself that he hadn't spoken a word about the daughters until I had asked. Had the daughters been a disappointment? Had they married men of whom he disapproved? Had they gone through nasty divorces? I bet their mother would have a different take on things. If the daughters had given her grandchildren, likely she’d be satisfied - -divorce-or-no-divorce, bad men-or-good men.

Another older guy spends minutes on the cell arguing with someone. When he hangs up, he tells us that his buddy had a stroke and that he (our interlocutor) has volunteered to haul his friend’s boat and antique car back to Michigan. I can’t avoid thinking that these people are so weighed down by so many possessions. They forever need an endless set of wheels to haul these.

On the news of the stroke, the old man from New Jersey says, “That’s not good.”

After my third shopping spree - - I buy a hat for a friend’s son, then hats for me - - which I will misplace and lose throughout the summer - - a polo shirt, anti-histamine -- the car is done. Bad news: your battery isn’t working at full power. The car in only three-years old, I protest. Joe, the man from suburban D.C., has no answer. But he looks genuinely worried. I realize they’re too busy for more queries.

THE BATTERY-ON-THE-BEACH

I return not to the campground but to the beach. There I spend a few hours tanning, walking, listening to Christian-Israeli stations monopolize Jesus, and reading Ryan Grim, This is Your Country on Drugs: The Secret History of Getting High in America. (2009)

But the battery thing is gnawing at me, and I’m a tad bored. Why didn’t they tell me before removing the car so that I could ask them to put in a new battery? Perhaps they don’t carry batteries? They must have them. I really don’t want to spend another three hours at yet another function-specific mechanics’ shop. I head to the parking lot and pull out the owner’s manual. If the battery isn’t charging, a warning light would appear. No such light had been in evidence. So it must be the battery itself. I open the hood and take a look. How do you pry open these lids on top of the battery? Are they even lids?

For no reason whatsoever other than instinctual alertness for fear of attack by a lion or a hyena, I look back and find two older gentlemen standing right next to me - -really, really close to the engine, examining it. They ask and I tell them. One of them takes a knife out of his pocket and pries open what turns out to be two lids. Some of the six wells are dry. You need either acid or distilled water.

A younger man with a bunch of children stops by to help. The two older gentlemen explain away to him. I’m now insignificant in this affair; this is no longer my car; my AAA membership is irrelevant. Hey buddy, the young man says, I’ll drive over to the store and get you distilled water. You wait here. But that’s a good eight miles. And what if the children drown without his supervision? The car starts, I say; so I can do it. But thank you so much.

“Start the car,” orders one of the older gentlemen. I do. The other one goes over to his huge brand new truck and returns with bottled water. “It’ll do, don’t worry,” he says.

Once in D.C., in a residential neighborhood, as I had been waiting for AAA, I had opened the hood as a way of making it easier for the AAA contractor to spot me. So many drove by, but no one offered to help. Affluence?


SHIRAZ AND SHIVERING IN BEIRUT

Back at the campground, Tom has an open fire going and there are retirees about. Tom is proud that he had gone into the forest and collected the dry wood. He pours me a glass of Shiraz, while apologizing for being unsure about how to pronounce the name. As I sit down and drink the wine, I realize that I am burnt - - really, really bad. I’m shivering. Not to be concerned: I’ve been going through this ever since my childhood. We always would get burnt on our first day at the beach in Beirut. Then we’d shiver in the evening as if sick. Then it’d pass. If anything, the shivers elevate my sense of contentment.

I escape for a while and head to the restrooms with my bag of toiletries. When I return, there are yet more old people-with-solid-marriages about. I estimate that most are in their eighties, some in their late seventies. I envy a couple of older men with older handsome wives who seem so nice.

I excuse myself and head to my sleeping bag in the tent.

It takes me no time at all to fall asleep; I sleep like a log. Only vaguely do I recall later the rain pounding the tent throughout the night; the wind, too. The tent stood its ground.

The next morning, very early, I realize once again how badly burnt I am. I pack my tent and its contents, leave a thank-you note to Tom, and drive away.

Back on 95: I drive for seven hours-or-so in constant, heavy, and driving rain; I focus-and-concentrate as I pass the trucks which would be dumping blinding water onto my windshield. I become tired. I exit at a town called (I believe) Saint George in North Carolina. I find a motel, ask for a non-smoking room, check it out—then check myself in. There are only two cars (counting mine) when I check in. In the morning, I count over 25 cars.

I’m off at about 4:30 AM and in D.C. at noon.

It works.


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APOLOGY

On hearing from a Texas Arab-American acquaintance, from my days as National Coordinator of an Arab-American organization, I apologize to President George Herbert Walker Bush. In my last post, I had unleashed unsparingly against the Texas ruling elite. I had missed the fact that George Bush as President courageously did raise taxes, which cost him his second term. Courage is courage. Again: I apologize.

Too, to those Arabs who read this blog: When I write about Texas and its politicians’ boasts to the point of calling for secession - - no one is seceding anywhere. I’m just making a point about silliness-cum-arrogance.