Your nuclear weapon and your assassins and your propaganda artists ain’t scaring anybody. Until you figure out how to live with your neighbors, ALL of your neighbors, everywhere, and stop playing at Zionist cowboys and cowgirls, you will always be someone’s pet. And I mean that in the meanest, most demeaning way possible.

You will be beggars and takers, because you are in need, of humanity, of empathy, of the lessons that you have forgotten. You are a people born of oppression who became the oppressors. May your God help you, and have mercy upon you, because when our money runs out, no one else will. You have made yourselves the scary pariah of the cursed poverty Earth. That’s something fast internet and lovely songs ain’t gonna fix. You should have listened to the soft people…