Readers likely may recall the news which emerged recently of a wedding party in Israel in which the participants appeared to be celebrating the arson of the Dawabsha family home, the terror attack of last summer which killed 18-month-old Ali Dawabsha and fatally injured his parents.
A couple of days ago I received an email from a friend who drew a parallel between the Israelis at this wedding and those observed celebrating on 9/11 as the twin towers burned. It’s probably a valid comparison: both groups of Israelis, of course, appear to have been gladdened at the thought of people being burned alive.
In case you missed it, here is the video of the wedding party:
I put up a post about it at the time that included a quote from an RT report on the episode:
The video showed a number of youths with ear locks and wearing skull caps dancing. One person could be seen with a Molotov cocktail, while others were brandishing knives and guns. However, most shockingly, a person is seen stabbing a portrait of Ali Dawabsheh, the toddler who was killed as he slept earlier this year in the town of Duma…
The image above shows a photo of young Ali, taken in the Dawabsha home after it was gutted by fire. Compare it with the video above, and it becomes clear that the wedding, at least to some degree, was a joyous celebration of death by fire.
Now here are the fellows who were caught celebrating on 9/11:
“It’s very, very, very hot,” Melissa Doi told the dispatcher–as the Israelis, watching the scene from nearby in New Jersey, high-fived it and celebrated…
I’m guessing that at some point the American public will wake up and realize that cheerleaders of the inferno are not exactly the type of people we want to be involved in a “special relationship” with. By the time that happens, though, it may well be too late.
I will close out this post with a brief, little one-line poem I wrote recently. Though short, I think it speaks much about where America finds itself at present: