Jesus Was a JEWISH Palestinian
So far, I only have talked about the latest war in Israel with a handful of people who more or less agree with me, Israel good, Israel should exist, peace in the Middle East would be really nice but unlikely with the virulent antisemitism of, well, the rest of the Middle East.
But more often now, I’m hearing the opinions of the pro-Palestine people, in a way that suggests they either are totally ignorant of how their half-baked opinions might be felt by those holding opposite beliefs, or they think anyone in that particular space was very likely ultraliberal, and so duh, no Israel supporters here. It’s starting to grate on me. I may have to mute a Discord that has helped me so much as I navigate this strange not-new enby liminal space.
I started this intending to rant about a meme I saw recently that enraged me, an ancient depiction of Jesus with some text about how he was a Palestinian. And it boils down to, the reason he was persecuted for literally nothing had nothing to do with his Palestinian ethnicity and everything to do with his Jewish faith. Those are still separate in my mind, but the Nazis smeared them together and I refuse to do any sort of DNA kit unless a people of many countries are once again known by those countries rather than a faith their family had/has.
Sure, such a rant might be a fine intellectual exercise and a warmup to some other writing I’d like to do, such as more work on that very slowly evolving comic script. Or finally start a Heather one? Maybe Katie, best of all. I don’t know why I was stuck on Werewolves or Vampires, Changeling would be a blast to do. I could literally make a story about anything.
I hope I make some Jewish art, it feels so uncomfortable to be closeted but if I started spouting off about my support for Israel in several public spaces, I’d absolutely lose respect and friends. It’s too hard to face losing more friends when I’ve already lost so many since separating from Andrew. Oh yeah, I owe that goober a dumb bit of text.
I’m going to light my first two Advent candles, if I can. I want to start playing with my new Playmobil Advent calendar, but my desk is still hours away from clean. It’s not as intimidating a job as I feared, though. As ever, starting was the hardest part. That depressed bitch “can’t doooo it”, yeah yeah yeah. Why don’t I ever remember to just stay up all night if I start feeling like total crap? It’s such a stupidly easy solution, and it has never launched me all the way to crazy-mania. I have to sleep sometime in the next 12 hours, I know that.