#EjectIsrael

Late last week, I heard all this noise in the news about Genocide Joe calling for a "pause" in the Israel-Palestine "conflict" so that the hostages can get out safely — god bless their exceptional American asses — and maybe also so that any Palestinians remaining who are actually able to move can also get out, and probably end up being bombed on the highway to the refugee camps, or bombed at the camp once they get there, or both; thanks so much, Joe.

As I started work on this piece the night before the big march for Palestinian solidarity here in DC last Saturday, I saw a lot of chatter on the Web about how Israel should be expelled from the United Nations for this horror — an excellent idea, though it'd never get through because Israel's big, fat, rich asshole Uncle has veto power at the Security Council. Still, what an awesome thought — drum the bastards outta the UN.

But, anyway — Genocide Joe wants a "pause". "Pause", my ass. Time to hit "Stop" and "Eject". Israel is the scuffy, overplayed, worn-out, hissy old British post-punk mixtape tangled up in the Earth's 1989 cassette/CD combo boombox, and no pencil made can save it.