Jewish graffiti attacks

The western media is quick to show examples of anti-semitic graffiti attacks against Jews and label them hate crimes, yet why aren't they as quick to show anti-Christian graffiti attacks by Jews and label those hate crimes, too?


In and around Jerusalem, there have been numerous anti-Christian graffiti attacks painted on the walls of churches and monasteries:

"Price-tag" and anti-Christian slogans were sprayed on the gate of the Monastery of Saint Francis, just outside of Jerusalem's Old City in early October.

In early September, suspected Jewish extremists torched the wooden door of a Jerusalem monastery and sprayed "Jesus is a monkey" and pro-settler graffiti on the walls.

In February, suspected Jewish extremists wrote "Death to Christianity" on two Jerusalem churches. The graffiti also included profanity about Jesus, and the vandals slashed the tires of several cars parked in one of the church compounds.

This 20 yr. old woman, Moriah Goldberg, is unrepentant; she sprayed anti-Islamic graffiiti and vandalized property in Arab East Jerusalem. With the illogic of an unbalanced education, she, as part of a gang of Jewish settler youth price-taggers, warns the Israeli government by defacing Palestinian property. 

The BBC, to their credit, has reported on gangs of price-tagging Jewish hoodlums from the illegal settlements in the West Bank who spray paint anti-Christian and anti-Muslim slogans and deface and vandalize Arab property. Jane Corbin explains that "Price-tagging is the term they use for a range of acts, from vandalism to arson attacks and religious desecration." She reports that "One of the most provocative price tags so far was in February in the Palestinian village of Burka, where the mosque was attacked, prayer mats were burnt, insults sprayed and war declared on the walls."

Here's what I found on CBC when I searched the mainstream Canadian news for anti-Christian graffiti in Jerusalem.

Great Grandmother Whitefish

Whitefish

A couple of Sundays I go when I was out for a walk along the waterfront, I stopped to read one of the new 'history posts' that are scattered along spots on the walkway. On this one overlooking the boat slips, I read about the start of the lake fishing industry in the early days when this Traditional Territory was speeding along into a settler community and economy. I was saddened to read that huge schools of large old whitefish were quickly depleted. There are no longer any huge schools of nine kilo whitefish.

When I got home, I wrote a poem about the whitefish. The poem is still rough around the edges, but here it is.

Angling for Whitefish

By 1920

the rainforest of fish

inland sea of pale-green

brown-backed silver white

deer of the Lakes—

Whitefish,

Sister of Salmon—

was exhausted.

Yet, before the settlers,

Whitefish,

ancient underwater

understory of the forest

of water swam and swam

in a never-ending cycle, 

collecting wisdom in 

the hump on her back.

Seeking cold silence in summer,

Great Great Grandmother

Ancestor Atikamek

swam along the depths

but when Freezing Moon called

She returned to swim

closer to sky.

Sister of Salmon

swam in the underwater bountiful

Her nine kilos of silvery scales

flashed white

in a slow dance

above the dark stones.

Circling through the seasons,

Ancestor Deer

collected great age 

and animal wisdom,

stored them in the hump

on her back. 

Then, the captain

of commerce came

from Chicago

with his nets of profit

and offers of jobs –

jobs for hungry settlers.

In a language

that had no sacred grammar for

Ancestor Atikamek

newsboys on Cumberland Street

cried “Free Trade!”

before the term was even invented

by neo-cons in the 1980s.

Whatever the term,

the terms are clear:

The captains of industry

fished out the forest

cut down the 800 year old Ancestors

swimming in the glacial waters

at the bottom of the Lake.

Above,

the Thunderbirds

circled.

 

zombie apocalypse on a northern highway

Zombie apocalypse in northwestern Ontario? Yep. Read all about it in the new graphic novel Nowadays by Jafo (Kurt Martell) and Chris Merkley. The launch for the book is this Friday 7 pm at Definitely Superior Art Gallery.

Featuring art, video works, NOWADAYS image projection, wandering
zombies, music performance by 'Memory Loss' (members of Ocean City
Defender), get make up artist Ashley Meagher to turn you into a
zombie, eat zombie food, spooky refreshment and much more to
come! Don't toss your Halloween costume out yet! Come as a zombie or
whatever you like and join the madness!

travel and tourism today

Will they be teaching this new travel opportunity in college Travel and Tourism courses?

While it is true that, for jaded travelers who have been everywhere, vacations can get boring at times, who would imagine that learning to shoot a military weapon and taking up anti-terrorist training would be a good way to kill some time? That you can kill time by learning to kill!

And as the training facility that offers these classes for tourists is in an illegal Jewish settlement in the Palestinian Occupied Territories, I wonder who the tourists get to imagine is the enemy they need to waste?

How much more mainstream can you get if anti-terrorist training is noted under "Leisure" on the Travelers Today website? Indeed, as Rachel Frogel, who gave her four children all under the age of 10 this chance to learn to target people with military weapons, says, "It's a fun experience for the whole family." 


In the news clip I embedded above, we see American tourists to Israel excited to learn to shoot not just any old gun but a military weapon. What better way to spend time on a vacation than this "exciting new program for tourists" that capitalizes on fears and taking up violence as fun and entertainment? The brainchild of an American Jew from Los Angeles, who, I assume, is also an Israeli citizen, this training facility of "security solutions" that "works in close cooperation with the Israel Defense Forces (IDF)" uses former Israeli soldiers for the real "authentic" experience.

And, when you get back home from your travels, you can tack up on the wall at home or in your office a certificate that you have completed a basic shooting-course in Israel--or in the case of a young child, you might bring it to school for show-and-tell or maybe your mom will pin it onto the fridge with cute fridge magnets. 

young female American tourist learning anti-terrorist training. Maybe when this business grows, she could ask for a turquoise coloured gun to match her sunglasses? 


You do not have to be of age to learn how to shoot with a military weapon. It is an experience not to be missed even by the youngest child!

Taking that advice recently was Michel Brown, a Miami banker who brought his wife and children to Caliber 3 with the aim of "teaching them values."
"This is part of their education," he told YNet, as his 5-year-old daughter wielded a gun. "They should know where they come from and also feel some action."

The banker's daughter Take that back to Miami!

Seems there is no shortage of moms and dads who want their kids to learn how to shoot people...I mean, terrorists...I mean, Palestinians: 

"travelers and families take turns shooting at photos of men wearing the keffiyeh scarf worn by Palestinians."

Now, the "security" company's website does not say if it's any tourists who can take their learn-to-attack-terrorists-training. They do say that they have a lot of visitors from around the world come to take their "exciting" course. But I wonder if Palestinian or Arab tourists can take the training, too?

Or do they just get to be the target in this fun activity?

Jesus the Bear?

Rough translation from Finnish to English: 

Hello 

Do you have a bit of time to chat about Jesus? 

This made me laugh because when out driving down the highway in the middle of the Northwestern Ontario bush, suddenly you are accosted by a billboard sign reminding you about Jesus. The signs always make you laugh because they are so absurd; so misplaced. This bear reminds me of that. But who knows? Maybe the bear is a Jehovah's Witness out proselytizing.