On Germany’s arms embargo:
The conventional narrative is that they are trying to move from the defendant’s chair to the judge’s bench, to remove their creaking “historical burden”, their false and impossible “atonement”. The Jews are still their misfortune. But what they are actually trying to do, in the long term, is slither out of the electric chair.
The case against Aza’s “civilians” is the same against Germany’s so-called “civilians”. Their lives and property are all forfeit. Abject slavery until the end of time is too good for them. Germany tried to annihilate the Jewish nation, so they’re really attempting to defend themselves here, and they’re tellingly doing so by relapsing to their old identity. It’s easier than applying to the German Society for Humane Dying…
I do agree with them not selling weapons to Jews, or anyone else, for any reason or for no reason. (Hmm, they might not want those weapons used against Germany when we recover our Divine mandate to wipe out Amalek.) We don’t need you. But keep the “humanitarian” cant to yourselves!
The Germans try to forestall the obvious by “pointing to decades of cooperation”. Oh? Is Germany merely decades old?! There should never have been any kind of relationship with our murderers in the first place, but the State of Israel does whatever it likes (like actually getting Jews killed in Aza for the sake of looking nice and “proportional”, among other things), and Jews learn to bear it.
דמודי להון נפיל בידיהון, דמתרחיץ עליהון דיליה דילהון.
History is rhyming again. Germany is, after a fashion, once more tarring Jews as killers and murderers. After that short, dissonant pause, a brief “rupture in the fabric of reality”, the old waltz plays again.
Speaking of old songs, here’s an old one that feels apt. If they can quote Jews who “agree with them” Israel is killing “innocents” for Lebensraum, et cetera, I can surely quote Bertolt Brecht:
O Germany, Pale Mother!
Let others speak of her shame,
I speak of my own.
O Germany, pale mother!
How soiled you are
As you sit among the peoples.
You flaunt yourself
Among the besmirched.
The poorest of your sons
Lies struck down.
When his hunger was great.
Your other sons
Raised their hands against him.
This is notorious.
With their hands thus raised,
Raised against their brother,
They march insolently around you
And laugh in your face.
This is well known.
In your house
Lies are roared aloud.
But the truth
Must be silent.
Is it so?
Why do the oppressors praise you everywhere,
The oppressed accuse you?
The plundered
Point to you with their fingers, but
The plunderer praises the system
That was invented in your house!
Whereupon everyone sees you
Hiding the hem of your mantle which is bloody
With the blood
Of your best sons.
Hearing the harangues which echo from your house,
Men laugh.
But whoever sees you reaches for a knife
As at the approach of a robber.
O Germany, pale mother!
How have your sons arrayed you
That you sit among the peoples
A thing of scorn and fear!
Don’t know about you, but I hated having Germany (assuming their State reflects them any better than ours does us) “supporting” us against our other enemies. But ahhh! Jew-hatred is now no less stigmatized there than in the rest of Europe. And for any Yiddishe Nars still residing in Ashkenaz: Gut Morgen, Jude, und den Kaffee Riechen! They are back to massively rearming, too (under the rationale of the Russian-Ukrainian War). What could go wrong?
Nu. Just like that, the world makes sense again!
