UPDATE: Wow, my second Instalanche in 8 years — for something I didn’t write. Oh well. Thanks “ingenious reader/emailer who should really have his own blog”…
If you’re new here, check out my new book The Tyranny of Nice: how Canada crushes freedom in the name of human rights — and why it matters to Americans.
It has an intro by Mark Steyn and everything, and he’ll even sign your copy.
Support people like Steyn and me, who have suspiciously Jewish sounding last names. It’s bad enough we’re forced to wear those little yellow question marks on our jackets…
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I actually get to play this game once in a while thanks to my last name….
An ingenious reader writes:
Through my interactions with muzzies in North America I have come to conclude that they dare to display such shocking behavior in public because they are convinced that here, in Canada, they are amongst friends.
They really, truly believe that the generic Canadian “we” agree with them and that we would be quite happy, or at least indifferent about, seeing Jews incinerated en masse.
They believe it because almost no one tells them otherwise to their faces.
Shame on us.
I have a new game that is not only good fun, but which could perhaps help in some small way to begin turning the tide against overt anti-Jew and anti-West thuggery, by letting muzzies know that they are not always and everywhere amongst friends in this country.
My idea arose from a couple of experiences with muzzies in North America.
I dated (extremely briefly) a “palestinian” “new-Canadian” woman who quite literally told me that she could not associate with me in any way if I were a Jew. We had just met and she was ready to get up and walk out if I were a Jew. Believe it or not, she thought I was a Jew because when we met I was holding a copy of Glenn Reynolds’ book An Army of Davids.
No, this is not a joke.
That she would dare to say such a thing in such an off-handed way, sitting in a cafe in downtown Ottawa, was a real eye-opener. I spent the rest of our 30 minute date refusing to clarify my racial/religious affiliations and hinting at recent visits to Tel Aviv. The tension was extraordinary and watching her squirm was a great source of entertainment.
In an unofficial academic setting in Canada, a group of us were treated to the anti-American tirade of an Iranian post-doc who told us that “America is sh*t and everywhere Americans go they leave a trail of sh*t”.
I took great pleasure in his discomfort when I spoke up, defended America, and told him he should be grateful that we allowed him to study in our country, and that I hoped he would not be tardy in leaving once his studies were finished.
He was very nearly in shock and didn’t say another word. He had cursed the Great Satan in public, and, lo and behold, a Canadian (!) had disagreed with him in no uncertain terms. It was clearly the first time during his stay in the Canada that his disgusting opinions had been challenged.
My new game is called “I Might Be A Jew”. An exciting variant is “I might be an American”. For the true enthusiast I would suggest “I might be an American Jew”.
When meeting muzzies, lead them to believe that you might, in fact, be a Jew. It is really quite easy to do and in no way does it require an aggressive posture.
For instance, one can drop a few off-hand comments about one’s most recent visit to Israel and how lovely the beaches are, or about one’s close friend (or relative) who has a “Jewish-sounding” name. This last technique is easy for me because I have an “ambiguous” family name.
Part of the fun is coming up with new ways to make muzzies fear that they are in the presence of a Jew. My favorite gambit when being introduced to a muzzie is to wait until we are just about to shake hands and say, Shalom. The Shalom is best accompanied by a warm and friendly smile that asks, “you gotta a problem with that?”.
For the American variant, you can proudly mention your son’s service as a U. S. Navy Seal in Afghanistan.
I tell ya, it’s a laugh a minute. For the brave of heart, try it with the taxi driver at the airport (as long as you have someone to call to come and give you a lift home).
Of course, the goal is to leave them thinking that the enemy is everywhere.
We must make it clear to muzzies that their community is small, and that, quite frankly, if they refuse to learn how to live in a society where everyone who gives respect gets it in return, then they can go f**k themselves.
They must be made to understand that each time they open their mouths and spew some hatred, they may in fact be in the presence of people who will despise them for it, rather than patting them on the back. Showing up at counter-rallies as you have done is a big bonus and certainly a noble act. I think if we were to “counter-rally” every day and everywhere, that would help too.
In mobs they are brave, alone they are cowards.
Of course, the game is not for everyone. CUPE members, for instance, would probably not appreciate the delicious pleasure that can be derived from mocking a filthy Jew-hating bigot in public.
