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NEW ESSAY+NEWS UPDATES (5/9): Genocide’s Back: Trump-Backed Israel Defense Feces (IDF) Gets Extra-Brutal

Anti-Semitism, Britain, Donald Trump, Foreign Policy, GAZA, Israel, Israeli-Palestinian Conflict, Journalism, Judaism & Jews, Law, Logic, Media, Middle East, Military, Morality, Palestinians

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NEW ESSAY is “Genocide’s Back: Trump-Backed Israel Defense Feces (IDF) Gets Extra-Brutal.” It was a main feature essay on the Unz Review, home of dissidents from day one, and was featured on LewRockwell.com, anti-state, anti-war, pro-market. The title there is “Genocide’s Back: Trump-Backed Israeli Brutality,” as well as the Mises Institute’s Power & Market, standing for individual freedom, honest history, and international peace, on May 2.

Now on IlanaMercer.com

Some excerpts:

* Warning: indelicate language.

If we in the West are the most propagandized people in the world; Gazans are the least propagandized. Outwardly captives, Gazans are liberated from the illiberal political propaganda that grips the West ~ilana

WHAT has Israel been up to since March 18, 2025, which was when the “genocidal entity” formally broke the nominal ceasefire agreement in Gaza? Oracular insight here is unnecessary.

Israel has been trampling underfoot everything decent and good.

Genocide is back. This time with President Trump in fawning agreement, playing procurer and pimp for the Israeli State, and subjecting ingrate Bibi Netanyahu to no more than a curt jerk of the leash. Just the same, during a press conference with the US president, on April 7, the Israeli prime minister’s face grew as dark as a thundercloud on mention of possible diplomacy with Iran.

Under such favorable circumstances, Israelis are louder and prouder about killing and destroying with monomaniacal diligence. Indifferently, and for the first time, Israel openly admitted to targeting journalist Hussam Shabat for “elimination,” in December of 2024, and executing the him on March 24. The sadistic serial killer stalked its prey, then pounced.

The predator has so far singled out and assassinated 232 other Palestinian journalists.

Shabat thus knew, as he put it, that “journalism meant Israel would kill him.” Only 23, so full of promise, Shabat wrote his epitaph in advance of his death. It read:

“If you’re reading this, it means I have been killed — most likely targeted — by the Israeli occupation forces. … For [the] past 18 months, I have dedicated every moment of my life to my people. I documented the horrors in northern Gaza minute by minute, determined to show the world the truth they tried to bury.

I slept on pavements, in schools, in tents — anywhere I could. Each day was a battle for survival. I endured hunger for months, yet I never left my people’s side.”

By God, I fulfilled my duty as a journalist. I risked everything to tell the truth, and now, at last, I have found rest—something I have not known for the past 18 months. I did this because I believe in the Palestinian cause, in our right to this land. The greatest honor of my life was to die defending it and serving its people.

I ask you now: Do not stop speaking about Gaza. Do not let the world look away. Keep fighting, keep telling our stories—until Palestine is free.

For the last time,

Hussam Shabat, from northern Gaza.”

Trampling underfoot everything decent and good: Fatma Hassona was to be the subject of an upcoming documentary, “Put Your Soul on Your Hand and Walk,” to debut at the Cannes Film Festival. Israel could not allow that. So, Air Force Genocide bombed the 25-year-old Palestinian photojournalist, also murdering nine members of her family.

After a brief, relative lull, eighteen months into the genocide of the Palestinians of Gaza, Israel has resumed its slaughter of civilians at an average rate of 103 souls a day, with 223 individuals dealt life-altering injuries, also daily. Since March 18, reports Ha’aretz, Israel has killed 1,652 people and wounded 4,391 in strikes on Gaza. (Ha’aretz “Israel News” newsletter, Wednesday, 16.04.2025.) The number murdered now exceeds 2,000.

With 62,000 Palestinians missing, over 52,000 confirmed dead; and indirect deaths ranging from three to fifteen times the number of direct deaths, by the Lancet’s account—the fake, fossilized media should be obligated to report the official number of Palestinians dead by Israel as well over 100,000. That too is a vast undercount.

The mind is crowded. Palestinians murdered melt into a montage of faces. Yet remember we must men like Rifaat Radwan. Radwan was among fifteen medical and humanitarian workers who were summarily executed pointblank, on March 23, by the Israeli regime in Gaza.

The underworld that is the IDF (Israel Defense Forces)—the world criminals and lawbreakers inhabit—is premised upon lies. By now you know The Liar’s lines, as he drops American “earthquake bombs” on kids at community kitchens:

“Hamas. Terrorism. If Palestinians die; they needed killing.”

But Satan’s non sequiturs can’t conceal the truth—or silence the deeply felt devotionals of the righteous. As the SS IDF stood above him, riddling his colleagues and himself with thousands of bullets, Radwan, Palestinian Red Crescent Society medic, did not beg the agents of his demise. Instead, he recorded their crime for posterity while righteously reciting his last prayers. These are achingly beautiful:

“Oh Lord, accept us. Oh Lord, accept me as a martyr. Mother, forgive me. This is the path I chose … that I help people. … .” Until he expired.

As Monday of April 7 dawned, a Wi-Fi rigged world watched a funeral pyre of Palestinians, except that the people Israel lit up were alive. The IDF incinerated “a tent housing Palestinian journalists in Khan Younis, in the southern Gaza Strip.”

Late last year, when teenager Shaban al-Dalou smoldered alive, the presstitutes did what they always do: Fudge the English language in the service of Israel. …

…
… Back to the malodorous cauldron of death and decadence that is the Israel Defense Forces. (Or perhaps the Israel Defense Feces?)

A new load of grief came, in March, to residents of the al-Faraa refugee camp in the foothills of the Jordan Valley, in the northern occupied West Bank. Slatternly IDF soldiers have a familiar signature. They leave behind human waste in the homes they wreck:

“Feces, urine and used condoms—these are just some of the things that Israeli soldiers left behind in these Palestinian homes during their 11-day assault [in March],” reports the Electronic Intifada.

That the IDF has such a documented “tradition” of defecating and urinating in the West Bank and Gazan homes they occupy and vandalize is backed by other reports, not least that of Philip Weiss’ Mondoweiss article, “S-it Israeli soldiers did in Gaza.” A 2014 account in the Guardian seconds the same: “Palestinians returning home find Israeli troops left feces and venomous graffiti.” As has the august author of Drinking the Sea At Gaza, Amira Hass of Ha’aretz, documented the defiling ways of the Israel Defense Feces.

Somebody should rub IDF noses in their own mess to teach them a lesson, once and for all. Nobody has.

Yes, Israel makes atrocities past and present look like sandbox play. Still, …

…READ THE REST. “Genocide’s Back: Trump-Backed Israel Defense Feces (IDF) Gets Extra-Brutal” can be read on the Unz Review, on LewRockwell.com, anti-state, anti-war, pro-market, where the title is “Genocide’s Back: Trump-Backed Israeli Brutality.” As well as the Mises Institute’s Power & Market.

Now on IlanaMercer.com

NEWS:

May 9, 025:  Where are the animal activists for these innocents; these devoted, long-suffering companions being butchered alongside “their” humans. This is censored on many social media sites. Not even Palestinian animals are considered deserving of mention.

https://twitter.com/swilkinsonbc/status/1920563004782899613

https://x.com/swilkinsonbc/status/1920563004782899613

From Gaza, exquisite, poignant writing by Dr. Ezzideen, on the DNA deformities that live on, courtesy of American weapons of mass death:

“… Teratogenic damage. Developmental failure. Genetic disfigurement, not by chance, but by war. Bombs struck not only buildings, but chromosomes. The weapons, steel, shiny, American, fell not just to destroy the present, but to corrupt the womb. To poison the idea of tomorrow….”

Stopping Israel is imperative, never too late, and doable. I etched a plan, hardly ambitious, here in this January 8, 2025 essay, “BRICS And Pan-Arabism Revived To Tackle Israel, Militarily.”

MAY 8, 025: When on January 15, 2025 Trump instructed a ceasefire; I wrote then that “Trump ordering a ceasefire into being within days indicates that, at any point, Team Genocide, Biden and Blinken, could have done the same: stopped genocide at its inception. Team Genocide took a decision not to stop genocide.” And Trump, Team Genocide II, could do the same, if he were not, well, I don’t think this odious ignoramus deserves the effort of my sobriquets.

But no. Trump persists in fellating Israeli representatives: they want Gaza to starve, then starve Gaza Trump will. The “US is pressing the UN, and aid bodies to accept Israel’s aid distribution plan for Gaza.”

Rightfully, the “UN has refused to participate in Israel’s aid distribution ‘plan’ for Gaza saying it ‘contravenes fundamental humanitarian principles.‘” Israel and the US are trying to seize aid-distribution, and give over food supplies for Gaza to their war-profiteering mercenaries (traced back to a phony Geneva-based shell company, surprise, surprise).

As Bill Clinton once said, when Israel infuriated him, “Who’s the fucking Super Power.” Trump could do what I dreamed up at the end of my March 31 2024 piece, “ISRAEL: In Violation Of God’s Law, Natural Justice, The Laws Of War, And All Customary International Humanitarian Law.”

MAY 7, 025: The headlines generated by the actions of the State of Satan. You know their contents. You’ve seen the images of four-month-year old starving babies, extremities, digits like those of a dainty hatchling.

First via Euromed Monitor.

“Reported Israeli aid distribution plan in Gaza is inhumane, aims to engineer starvation”

“Gaza: Famine reaches catastrophic levels as sharp rise in death rates documented”

When you have no medium of exchange:

“Liquidity crisis: Israel’s financial blockade intensifies civilian suffering in Gaza”

THE FINAL SOLUTION. Al Mezan Center for Human Rights: “Israel’s Annexation and Displacement Plan Signals Final Stage of Gaza Genocide”

Electronic Intifada:

“Gaza food stocks depleted”

“Ben-Gvir touts bombing food depots while at Mar-a-Lago”

+972 Magazine:

“Palestinians awoke to bulldozers. Their village was destroyed by noon“: the West Bank hamlet of Khilet al-Dabe’ is gone. Erasure

MAY 3, 2025: Genocide is becoming a bad look for organized British Jewry. The Board of Deputies of British Jews is getting antsy.

The Board, of course, is reliably reprehensible—it has spearheaded Hasbara for Israel’s Gaza genocide.

It helped Britain’s mainstream media, the Army and the rest of the Israel lobby to ensure Jeremy Corbyn did not become prime minister, and was tarred as an anti-Semite

https://twitter.com/BoardofDeputies/status/1670848802452799504/photo/1

Now, some of the same loathsome characters are posturing as lifelong supporters of a peace process, who had no part in a diaspora that did energetic Hasbara for Israel.

BEWARE. There will be many such cobra-heads galvanizing the Iraq Defense: Nobody Knew. Or, it was Netanyahu, nobody else. Israel was mislead by Netanyahu. When in fact, Netanyahu had simply fulfilled the average Israeli voter’s wish list:  They want their hostages back, but not Gaza.

The Board of Deputies is vehemently against one Kneecap, who must be a stellar fellow, or a good outfit, for raising their ire.

 

*Screen picture courtesy of Mondoweiss.

The Gatwick Archipelago: Savagery On-The-Thames

Britain, English, Etiquette, Europe, Homeland Security, Racism, Regulation, The State, The West

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In civilized Singapore, as opposed to savage Gatwick, ‘any airport staffer who even hinted at attempting such behavior towards the general public would incur serious jail time at best, and a good hearty caning at worst’

My Australian book editor, for whose integrity I can vouch, reports as follows from the freakorama war zone of London airport “security”:

After 20 years of enduring the chief “entertainment” spectacle offered at America’s biggest international airports – namely, the enthusiasm with which certain uniformed security guards molest as many female passengers as they can while still avoiding formal charges of sexual assault – I thought that I was pretty much inured to anything that modern airport culture could inflict upon hapless travelers. I was wrong.

Why was I wrong? Because until this morning, I had never been to Gatwick in London.

The difference between even the worst TSA behavior stateside, and on the other hand what goes on at Gatwick, is like the difference between a teenage street punk and an Obergruppenführer. No, Gatwick’s uniformed thugs don’t inflict their sexual advances on anyone. And no, unlike the original Obergruppenführers, they don’t hate Jews more than they hate anyone else. They prefer to spend most of their working hours screaming apoplectically, in some lunatic patois that bears scarcely any relation to intelligible English.

I had to chaperone through Gatwick an octogenarian female acquaintance with intermittent dementia. Naturally I did not expect that anything remotely resembling actual politeness would be shown to her or me. I merely expected that I would be able to comprehend the putative English of the bellowing bullies who snatched away our passports without the smallest suggestion of saying “please”, since after all they were too busy shoving and pushing my octogenarian companion from wheelchair to trolley (she is also too lame to walk more than a few steps unaided).

Curiously enough, each time I asked them a perfectly civil question about how long they planned on delaying our exit from the airport, and why they were treating us – along with numerous other passengers – like common criminals, their bellowing abruptly stopped. Perhaps they had been suddenly stricken with deafness. An understandable bodily reaction to hearing their own screeching voices over, presumably, decades. (They were not, shall we say, characterized by obvious youthfulness.)

Similar silences greeted my polite requests for the location of the airport’s Uber access. I formed the conviction that at present-day Gatwick, Uber is the equivalent of a clandestine abortion clinic in Ireland circa 1954. All the locals know about it, but not one will admit to it, although the Hibernian analogy might well break down when one remembers that at least the Irish – unlike the People’s Republic of Gatwick’s commissars – can speak English.

Altogether it took a scarcely credible two and a half hours between the time we disembarked at Gatwick (following a 23-hour flight from Melbourne) and the time that we finally found an Uber driver prepared to transport my octogenarian companion to her London hotel. It should go without saying that several of the most obviously insolent staffers wore jackets emblazoned with the words “Happy to Help.”

Why must this petty thuggery against complete and harmless strangers occur at all? Doubtless people like my companion and myself are, admittedly, just cradle-to-grave losers in the wider scheme of things.

Yet among the millions of Gatwick arrivals being subjected to Third World ululations are, it is safe to assume, foreign businesspeople lured to England by modish cant about post-Brexit London being “Singapore-on-the-Thames.” What possible self-interest can be served by treating these foreign businesspeople as if they smelled like Boris Johnson’s vomit?

Earth to Gatwickians: you can gargle all you like about post-Brexit London being “Singapore-on-the-Thames.” But you need to remember that in the actual Singapore, any airport staffer who even hinted at attempting such behavior towards the general public would incur serious jail time at best, and a good hearty caning at worst.

For my part, my own mind is made up. Never, once my current visit to the British capital is over, will I dream of setting foot in London again.

I note, incidentally, that Paris’s population is comparable to London’s. And heaven knows, France’s recent experiences of terrorism have been in every respect more horrible.

But not a hint of Gatwick-style insolence did I detect last February at Paris’s Charles De Gaulle Airport. There, every staffer treated me with unfailing civility and decency, although no-one could claim that my spoken French was more than adequate.

Are not Parisian airport officials sometimes rude, impatient, brusque? Indeed yes: when they want to be. Especially when they need to interrogate certain members of the flying population, whom the officials have good reason to suspect of unhealthy interest in Bataclan renovating.

What I have never seen the slightest suggestion of, in Paris, is the state of utterly unconscious,  generalized expectoration against the human race (I mean expectoration in the most literal, salivary sense) which is now the standard Gatwick default mode. France is a nation of realists, who perceive what disastrous public relations it would be if they gave all airport jobs to howling hoodlums.

One acknowledgment of contrition, nevertheless, I do owe regarding Gatwick. In a flash of impatience, when recounting the matter to a friend, I likened Gatwick to a zoo. This comparison was a disgusting libel on the animal kingdom, to which I hereby extend profuse apologies.

Quick Comments: Tucker On Twatter & Prisoners in Russia; Kate’s Killer Curtsy, Kissinger Revives Realpolitik

Britain, Celebrity, COVID-19, Etiquette, Family, Foreign Policy, Media, Russia, War

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The December 8th segment of Tucker Carlson Tonight was a celebrity circle jerk. Celebrity journos, NOT dissidents—for all are part of a well-backed, well-oiled power structure, none a powerless independent—bitched about not trending on Twatter, losing 40,000 followers here and there to shadowbans, all for posting mild, quasi-controversial tweets, such as “lockdowns are bad.”

On the matter of COVID, and for quite some time, Tucker has not had one truly impressive, independent medical thinker on his show. By which I mean the likes of Dr. Peter McCullough, Dr. Kelly Victory, Robert Malone, and inquiring, honest minds the likes of Dr. John Campbell of the UK and Suneel Dhand, MD.

Tucker’s resident expert, Dr. Marty Makary, epitomizes the mediocre mind in all his belated “findings” regarding COVID. Makary is no analytical thinker. He’s safe, yet our host congratulates him with regularity for his “bravery.” Preposterous.

It was almost 2 years ago that I shared an important item on LinkedIn posted by a highly credentialed researcher. She had been flabbergasted at having found no data on research to rule out the fact that the mRNA spike protein migrates well beyond the muscle, which is where vaccines are meant to remain—“muscle tissue also tends to keep vaccine reactions localized.” Instead, spike protein has been found throughout bodily tissue.

Two years hence, Tucker’s Marty Makary mentioned this phenomenon on Tucker Carlson Tonight. “Good morning Elijah,” as we’d say in Israel to a Johnny-come-lately. Everything the likes of Makary have to say about COVID is derivative and thus too late. Had I listened to the likes of Makary, I’d be vaccinated for that was his general recommendation. Naturally, I didn’t. There was no risk of that.

Another late, far more meaningful, awakening came from Henry Kissinger. The famous practitioner of Realpolitik in diplomacy finally piped up in favor of “achieving peace through negotiation” between Ukraine and Russia. Kissinger reminded his neocon readership at The Spectator, alas all too gingerly, that “Russia has made decisive contributions to the global equilibrium and to the balance of power for over half a millennium. Its historical role should not be degraded.” He “recommended establishing a ceasefire line along the borders existing where the war started…”

If the invasion of Ukraine commenced on 24 February, 2022, your columnist was first to resurrect the concept of Realpolitik on March 3, 2022, writing the following in “Uncle Sam Still King Of All Invaders: Ukraine, Realpolitik And The West’s Failure.“

Good old realpolitik is what Zelensky should have been practicing with his powerful neighbors and historic brethren, the Russians. This is precisely what President Joe Biden should be shamed into doing now: talk to Putin; thrash out a cease-fire, ASAP; haggle for the lives of the population under siege because led by imbeciles.

Realpolitik is practical politics, the art of getting along, differences and all, in a real world in which reality, including the differences between people and their political systems, is accepted and dealt with.

Contrary to proclamations, it is not a moral foreign policy that America practices but a moralistic one. Be like us or we’ll destroy you! Instead of realpolitik, Zelensky adopted America’s moralistic, impolitic, uppity manners. It took a war to get Zelensky to the negotiating table with Putin, where he ought to have been from the start.

Look, the US Uniparty is trying to effect regime change in Russia. Nevertheless, Mr. Carlson—and here again he falls short—seems to believe Americans have a right to travel to Russia and remain unharmed, even though we routinely malign that country as a whole, accuse it of being behind every malfunction in the US, and have imprisoned Russians visiting the US—young Maria Butina for example—accusing them of spying. Russia returns the favor. This is the natural order of things.

Finally, it looks like my favorite royal, Kate Middleton, is taking the mickey out of the monstrously crass Meghan Markle, and doing that with an effortless, graceful, traditional curtsy. In tilting that delicate ankle with a broad smile and good cheer, Kate put two Ugly and Evil attention seekers in their place.

Markle is a two-bit actress who takes pride in NOT BEING ABLE TO LEARN THE SIMPLEST OF ROUTINES: the curtsy.  We all know better. Markle is spiteful and nasty. She comes not to build a great family, but to destroy it—sow divisions, nurse grudges and veer from drama to drama, for that is how such a simple, cunning organism as she is maintains a level of arousal.

Try as Kate might to counter aggression against her person and family with class—there comes a time when a pointy Prada stiletto embedded in a squat behind, Markle’s, is the best option. The royals look weak–and worse. It’s time to make the pygmy nipping at their heels cease and desist.


LASTLY: David Vance and I will be live on our HARD TRUTH podcast, Tuesday, January 20, at about 12:45 Pacific Time.  Join us for a toast. Send questions in real time.