Biden, Israel, and Iran

The reason for a Jewish state is plain enough: No Jews died in the 1940s because they could not get out of Germany or Nazi-controlled territories; several millions of them died because they could not get INTO other countries, and they're not asking for a hell of a lot. They're basically asking to be left alone in their ancestral homeland which, as Mark Twain noted in the late 1800s, was sitting there empty until Zionists started settling it at that point.

There are no more than a tiny handful of slammite arabs living in Israeli territory with any family history of being there more than about 80 years.

What you have is a mad rush to squeeze into this territory once it started to look like somebody else might want to live there, and all you're talking about is a tiny sliver of land which you have to know precisely where to look for on a map to even find.

A look at a map tells the whole story: you see a gigantic swath of territory stretching from the wall of China to the west coast of Africa and about forty degrees of latitude up and down which is the slammite world, and then the tiny sliver which is Israel:

And we've heard this relentless crybaby act for the last sixty years over the tiny sliver.

The real question is, why do the Israelis tolerate it? No other serious country would.

Ironically, the Zionists themselves, like David Ben Gurion, thwarted efforts to relocate Ashkenazi refugees to other countries. His relocation efforts were aimed not at relocating Ashen victims of the Nazis per se, but specifically at populating Palestine with Ashkenazim so as to increase the "Jewish" population therein. Many Ashkenazim who could have been relocated to countries other than Palestine died because of the policies of these Zionists.

Quoting Mark Twain as to the demographics of a region amounts to just about complete irrelevancy.

So ends the pilgrimage. We ought to be glad that we did not make it for
the purpose of feasting our eyes upon fascinating aspects of nature, for
we should have been disappointed--at least at this season of the year. A
writer in "Life in the Holy Land" observes:

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"Monotonous and uninviting as much of the Holy Land will appear to
persons accustomed to the almost constant verdure of flowers, ample
streams and varied surface of our own country, we must remember that
its aspect to the Israelites after the weary march of forty years
through the desert must have been very different."

Which all of us will freely grant. But it truly is "monotonous and
uninviting," and there is no sufficient reason for describing it as being
otherwise.

Of all the lands there are for dismal scenery, I think Palestine must be
the prince. The hills are barren, they are dull of color, they are
unpicturesque in shape. The valleys are unsightly deserts fringed with a
feeble vegetation that has an expression about it of being sorrowful and
despondent. The Dead Sea and the Sea of Galilee sleep in the midst of a
vast stretch of hill and plain wherein the eye rests upon no pleasant
tint, no striking object, no soft picture dreaming in a purple haze or
mottled with the shadows of the clouds. Every outline is harsh, every
feature is distinct, there is no perspective--distance works no
enchantment here. It is a hopeless, dreary, heart-broken land.

Small shreds and patches of it must be very beautiful in the full flush
of spring, however, and all the more beautiful by contrast with the far-
reaching desolation that surrounds them on every side. I would like much
to see the fringes of the Jordan in spring-time, and Shechem, Esdraelon,
Ajalon and the borders of Galilee--but even then these spots would seem
mere toy gardens set at wide intervals in the waste of a limitless
desolation.

Palestine sits in sackcloth and ashes. Over it broods the spell of a
curse that has withered its fields and fettered its energies. Where
Sodom and Gomorrah reared their domes and towers, that solemn sea now
floods the plain, in whose bitter waters no living thing exists--over
whose waveless surface the blistering air hangs motionless and dead--
about whose borders nothing grows but weeds, and scattering tufts of
cane, and that treacherous fruit that promises refreshment to parching
lips, but turns to ashes at the touch. Nazareth is forlorn; about that
ford of Jordan where the hosts of Israel entered the Promised Land with
songs of rejoicing, one finds only a squalid camp of fantastic Bedouins
of the desert; Jericho the accursed, lies a moldering ruin, to-day, even
as Joshua's miracle left it more than three thousand years ago; Bethlehem
and Bethany, in their poverty and their humiliation, have nothing about
them now to remind one that they once knew the high honor of the
Saviour's presence; the hallowed spot where the shepherds watched their
flocks by night, and where the angels sang Peace on earth, good will to
men, is untenanted by any living creature, and unblessed by any feature
that is pleasant to the eye. Renowned Jerusalem itself, the stateliest
name in history, has lost all its ancient grandeur, and is become a
pauper village; the riches of Solomon are no longer there to compel the
admiration of visiting Oriental queens; the wonderful temple which was
the pride and the glory of Israel, is gone, and the Ottoman crescent is
lifted above the spot where, on that most memorable day in the annals of
the world, they reared the Holy Cross. The noted Sea of Galilee, where
Roman fleets once rode at anchor and the disciples of the Saviour sailed
in their ships, was long ago deserted by the devotees of war and
commerce, and its borders are a silent wilderness; Capernaum is a
shapeless ruin; Magdala is the home of beggared Arabs; Bethsaida and
Chorazin have vanished from the earth, and the "desert places" round
about them where thousands of men once listened to the Saviour's voice
and ate the miraculous bread, sleep in the hush of a solitude that is
inhabited only by birds of prey and skulking foxes.

Palestine is desolate and unlovely. And why should it be otherwise? Can
the curse of the Deity beautify a land?

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There are no more than a tiny handful of slammite arabs living in Israeli territory with any family history of being there more than about 80 years.

The same can be said of the Ashkenazi Jews out of whom the Zionists sprang.

Bullshit. It's a known fact that we (the U.S.) turned boatloads of these people back from our shores, the Aussies who were in danger of being overrun for simple lack of manpower said "We have no racial problems in Australia now and have no intention of importing any", and Hitler offered to send all European Jews to any place which would take them in luxury liners. FDR's prolonging of the worldwide economic depression with his idiot interventionist policies didn't help the situation and any sort of a wet dream which one or two Zionists might have been having about getting all of those people into Palestine is irrelevant; they were NOT trying to commit suicide by staying in Nazi territory.

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The difference, a huge one, is that the Jews have the prior claim on the territory, which is historical and real.

For that matter, large numbers of people in other lands ended up moving and relocating in the aftermath of WW-II: millions of Germans were moved out of the Sudetenland, the massive transfer of populations needed to create Pakistan took place and several other kinds of things one could name before you even start talking about land which Jews left in and around the middle east in coming to Israel and what we hear is that of all the peoples of the world, slammite arabs are somehow or other too good to ever move or make way for any sort of a greater cause, even when the amount of territory in question is a minuscule sliver as mentioned and they have the world's most gigantic piece of habitable land to move to again as noted.