Sit Right Back While I Tell a Tale, A Tale of a Fateful Trip
Buoyed by their "success" with the Freedom Flotilla (a "success" purely in that they got a lot of MSM to say mean things about Israel; you will note that none of the ships of the Flotilla actually made it to the Gaza), the Terrorists are trying again. This time with a ship named after a well-known moron ... I mean, martyr ...who famously restaged a portion of Theodore Sturgeon's best-known short story (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killdozer!_(story)).
I speak, of course, of the good ship Rachel Corrie.
I had previously expressed my happiness in September of 2007 at the quashing of the lawsuit against Israel for the mashing of this mentally-minimum maiden like the bug whose brain she borrowed, when she flung herself under the treads of an Israeli bulldozer (http://jordan179.livejournal.com/41803.html). Comes a new tale! (http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100604/ap_on_re_us/gaza_blockade).
Now, the Terrorist-sympathizing international community has named a ship after her. They say that Padraigh Mac Lugh, he who inherited the Silver Pinky of his sire, did scrape off Rachel Corrie's heart from two of the treads of the fatal construction machine, and a bit of her spleen from where it had lodged in the grille-work (he couldn't find it all, but even the heroes of the Emerald Isle have their limits, and Padraigh thinks a goat got some of it). Long did he labor in the ship-yards, until he had cast the holy and by now rather smelly organs into the very keel of the ship itself, imbuing it with Rachel Corrie's courage, her spirit, and her sense of direction! It is even said that the crew dare not open girly magazines in their bunks, for the very ventilators will howl and wail with a spectral shriek of "Sexists!"
This wyrd-laden ship has now steamed forth from its harbor, its helmsman Niall the Restless, slayer of the Red Bull and quaffer of coffee, most manfully steering her against her best attempts to run under the bows of carriers, supertankers, and all other manner of vessels dwarfing her 1,200 tons. Its captain, Eric Harcis the Scot, a fiercely kilted and blue-painted war-leader, said to be hunted by a black hound since the day he looted a barrow of beings who ruled the Isles before the Tuatha Danan, bearer of the bright sword Gilroy Was Here, conqueror of Guiness the Stout, stands on her bridge, peering ahead at the wine-dark seas (to mix epic cycles).
Anyway, by the latest account(http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/northern_ireland/10240856.stm) , the Rachel Corrie is now less than 33 leagues from Gaza!. It is whispered in the Halls of Heroes, where fighting men and bloggers are gifted with gold by generous chieftains, that bold Eric Harcis the Scot, has a cunning plan with which he shall overcome the infidel Jews ...
(Activists on board the Irish boat, including a Nobel Peace Prize laureate, insisted they would not resist if Israeli soldiers tried to take over their vessel. (BBC)
Surely this peacefulness, worthy indeed of that mystic sage of the Indies, Gondee Mac Karamshander, will overcome the treacherous tactics of wily Zion! But the crafty Kikes lay plans of their own ...
Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu told his Cabinet on Thursday the Irish boat would not be allowed to reach Gaza. On Friday, Israel's foreign minister said the policy had not changed.
"We have made it clear to the Irish and others, no ship will reach Gaza without a security inspection," Foreign Minister Avigdor Lieberman told Channel 1 TV (AP).
As the wicked Jews doubtless surmise, should the cargo of the Rachel Corrie once be touched by Hebrew hand, it will lose all its mystic virtue by which it might aid the poor people of Gaza, those suffering wights who sought nothing but the common right of any man to launch high explosives at Jewish civilians.
Irish Nobel Peace Prize laureate Mairead Corrigan told The Associated Press from the ship Friday that the group would offer no resistance if Israeli forces came aboard.
"We will sit down," she said in a telephone interview. "They will probably arrest us ... But there will be no resistance."
And what then? What then?
The saga is not yet ended, the song not yet song, History yet unwrit by the monks of the Nazarene.
What then?
I speak, of course, of the good ship Rachel Corrie.
I had previously expressed my happiness in September of 2007 at the quashing of the lawsuit against Israel for the mashing of this mentally-minimum maiden like the bug whose brain she borrowed, when she flung herself under the treads of an Israeli bulldozer (http://jordan179.livejournal.com/41803.html). Comes a new tale! (http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100604/ap_on_re_us/gaza_blockade).
Now, the Terrorist-sympathizing international community has named a ship after her. They say that Padraigh Mac Lugh, he who inherited the Silver Pinky of his sire, did scrape off Rachel Corrie's heart from two of the treads of the fatal construction machine, and a bit of her spleen from where it had lodged in the grille-work (he couldn't find it all, but even the heroes of the Emerald Isle have their limits, and Padraigh thinks a goat got some of it). Long did he labor in the ship-yards, until he had cast the holy and by now rather smelly organs into the very keel of the ship itself, imbuing it with Rachel Corrie's courage, her spirit, and her sense of direction! It is even said that the crew dare not open girly magazines in their bunks, for the very ventilators will howl and wail with a spectral shriek of "Sexists!"
This wyrd-laden ship has now steamed forth from its harbor, its helmsman Niall the Restless, slayer of the Red Bull and quaffer of coffee, most manfully steering her against her best attempts to run under the bows of carriers, supertankers, and all other manner of vessels dwarfing her 1,200 tons. Its captain, Eric Harcis the Scot, a fiercely kilted and blue-painted war-leader, said to be hunted by a black hound since the day he looted a barrow of beings who ruled the Isles before the Tuatha Danan, bearer of the bright sword Gilroy Was Here, conqueror of Guiness the Stout, stands on her bridge, peering ahead at the wine-dark seas (to mix epic cycles).
Anyway, by the latest account(http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/northern_ireland/10240856.stm) , the Rachel Corrie is now less than 33 leagues from Gaza!. It is whispered in the Halls of Heroes, where fighting men and bloggers are gifted with gold by generous chieftains, that bold Eric Harcis the Scot, has a cunning plan with which he shall overcome the infidel Jews ...
(Activists on board the Irish boat, including a Nobel Peace Prize laureate, insisted they would not resist if Israeli soldiers tried to take over their vessel. (BBC)
Surely this peacefulness, worthy indeed of that mystic sage of the Indies, Gondee Mac Karamshander, will overcome the treacherous tactics of wily Zion! But the crafty Kikes lay plans of their own ...
Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu told his Cabinet on Thursday the Irish boat would not be allowed to reach Gaza. On Friday, Israel's foreign minister said the policy had not changed.
"We have made it clear to the Irish and others, no ship will reach Gaza without a security inspection," Foreign Minister Avigdor Lieberman told Channel 1 TV (AP).
As the wicked Jews doubtless surmise, should the cargo of the Rachel Corrie once be touched by Hebrew hand, it will lose all its mystic virtue by which it might aid the poor people of Gaza, those suffering wights who sought nothing but the common right of any man to launch high explosives at Jewish civilians.
Irish Nobel Peace Prize laureate Mairead Corrigan told The Associated Press from the ship Friday that the group would offer no resistance if Israeli forces came aboard.
"We will sit down," she said in a telephone interview. "They will probably arrest us ... But there will be no resistance."
And what then? What then?
The saga is not yet ended, the song not yet song, History yet unwrit by the monks of the Nazarene.
What then?