Glenn – No Beauty In The Beast – Israel Without Her Mascara

180INDEPENDENCE DAYwhat it was that they were doing. We should suppose though that our couple should be given some slackfor having forgotten where they were and in what time period they were living, since the events of thelast 2 years in America have been a whirlwind of sorts that should have left anyone with half an ounce ofsense somewhat senseless.It was only a few minutes of these distant festivities going on before there was heard the sound of smallfootsteps coming down the stairs. In single file, beginning with the youngest (who we can suppose werethe most frightened by the noise and thus wanted to get to Mom and Dad as quickly as possible) up to theoldest came the 5 children who were suddenly awakened by what sounded like strange thunder. Theymade a beeline for the couch where Mom and Dad were seated, asking what all the noise was about,huddling in closely as children are biologically programmed to do. When “fireworks” came the answer,all the children turned their heads towards the window to see for themselves, relieved somewhat thatthere was no storm, or worse, that there was no new war that had just begun in their vicinity, a reality ofpresent day life that they had come to understand better during the course of the last two years. Theoldest boy, who by then had begun to feel the stirrings of his masculine nature already, was the first torecognize the light show for how it appeared, and walking towards the window to get a better gaze, saidominously “It looks like Iraq.”Out of the mouths of babes, as the saying has always gone.It certainly did look like Iraq, at least that version of it that had been presented to Americans in theopening moments of the war, wherein the night sky in Baghdad was illuminated in dizzying displays oflight that resembled any night in America on July the 4 th . Perhaps this was how the puppet masters inWashington and Tel Aviv wanted it to be seen, this “shock and awe” as they characterized it, in trying toget the “freest” people in the world to acquiesce to the agenda of murdering 1.5 billion Muslims forIsrael’s benefit.The other children, understanding the importance found in the oldest boy’s words, also walked towardsthe window to get a better view. They stood there, saying nothing, although everyone in the room knewwhat was on each other’s mind. They winced at each flash, recoiled a bit, not displaying the ‘ooohs’ and‘aaahs’ that children would normally exhibit at such a performance. The light show, paired with itsdistant booms and crackles was just one of several obscene spectacles that their young eyes had witnessedsince the beginning of the present war to erect the Israeli empire. Prior to this were the images of the littleIraqi boy whose arms had been completely blown off of his body when the Americans dropped a bombdirectly on his home, killing his entire family. And as sickening as this was—the image of this boy fightingto keep himself from succumbing to utter despair, the spectacle which followed was even worse; that ofthe American soldiers loading him onto a military transport to take him to a medical facility and cheeringas he went on his way, a grandiose attempt by the Zionist media to gloss over this tragedy that hadsomehow slipped past the censors and made its way before the eyes of the American people.Of course, there were as well many other scenes that these children witnessed which brought the realityof this war to their eyes and which made them smarter than the average American as to what it was allabout—the women and children of Palestine who were being shot and blown up on a daily basis for thelast century by those who fancied themselves as the apple of God’s eye—America’s only allies in theMiddle East, the Israelis, not to mention the daily destruction of all those monuments that have stood forthousands of years and which are considered sacred to billions of Christians and Muslims around theworld.