In which I live to see my powerful enemies crumble, one by one

And so the Canadian Jewish Congress finally f***s the f*** off.

There’s a lesson here, kidlets:

The CJC had money. They had lawyers. They had Ph.Ds. They had connections and influence.

I — a mere shiksa without a sheepskin — had talent, brains, patience… and the truth.

I’m still here.

They’re gone.

And so we bid a fond farewell to the organization that used donations received by elderly Holocaust survivors to:

• try unsuccessfully to shut down my speaking engagements and t.v. appearances
• call me the biggest racist in Canada — while taking credit for my work and that of other bloggers
• whose longtime gentile operative vowed to use his influence to “prevent me from setting foot in the State of Israel” (we have the email… PS: he didn’t succeed.)
• promote government censorship in the name of “protecting Jews”
• “censor foreign websites”
• side with belligerent Muslims against some of Canada’s leading Zionists
• sit safely on the sidelines, scolding fellow Jews who bravely faced down rabid Muslims and their leftist dupes on the streets
• who admitted to my husband that they knew “basement Nazis and white supremacists” (i.e., “rightwing” “Christians”) weren’t the real threat to Canadian Jewry, but that they had to maintain that pretense because “they had to play in a lot of sandboxes“

So long, suckers!

And let this be an edification to you all.