PALESTINE: her history of occupation and ethnic cleansng at the bloody hands of the Jews.

Jews have always thrived under the Arab's rule throughout history. They thrived under the Islamic Caliphate; the Omayyad and the Abbasid. They thrived under Muslims in Spain, and under the Ottoman. They are still doing well in Morocco, Yemen and Shiite Iran. They also did well in Egypt up until the Lavon Afair. 

 Children of Palestine buried alive under the rubbles

Waters were disturbed in Europe during WW-I and WW-II. They then flooded Palestine running away from the European anti-Semitism they suffered at the time, and started a systematic ethnic cleansing of the indigenous people of Palestine killing children, women, elderly and destroying villages.  In the process their criminal leader,  like  David Ben Gurion, Golda Meir, Menachem Begin,  propagated many false slogans: 1. Land without people for people without land, 2. The land was promised to them by God, 3. They are the chosen people and so on. Watch the real history of Palestine in the video clip shown below.

Palestine has never been empty of people since the dawn of humanity. Palestinians and Canaanites lived in the area thousands of years before the advent of the Jews. Even if we satisfy their allegation that they are the chosen people who are promised the land, it goes without saying that God did not mean that they totally replace by destruction the indigenous people, otherwise this God is a false God; Satan.

In addition to the above, God has chosen and promised the land to the Israelite, not to the majority of the population of Israel who are Ashkenazim; Khazar who originated in the ancient empire of Khazaria in the Western South of RUSSIA around the Caspian and Black Sea. The grandfathers of these Ashkinazi people never walked the land of Palestine. Hence they have no legal claim to it.

In fact, Israel is nothing but a bastard daughter of colonial Europe fornication. Below are video showing their slimy, sneaky and evil behavior of grabbing what does not belong to them through corruption, cunning and sneakiness. The following fable of the squirrels shows you their sneaky technique.

 Fable of the squirrels

It was a warm and sunny day. The forest floor was alive with squirrels busily gathering the acorns that rained down upon them from the overstretched arms of the ancient oaks who watched over them as the squirrels took as a small tribute some food for planting the children of the trees. 

Pharaoh, the leader of the squirrels, shuffled through the leaves and pressed on the damp dirt to bury his treasure, when suddenly a warty hand fell on his shoulder. An old Jew named Joseph Goldbug introduced himself: "Hello Pharaoh! I am a representative of my poor oppressed people, the Jews. I have come in search for food." 

Peddler

Pharaoh could not help but be a bit surprised, given that the forest was full of food. He was also frightened as he thought the old Jew wanted to eat him. Pharaoh then said; his voice trembling a bit, "Well, you are in luck! The forest is full of acorns." At that very moment a large acorn fell on Pharaoh's head. Pharaoh, thinking he was cleverer than the Jew, bit the shell in half and offered the Jew his nut. The Jew bit into it and spit, "Bluch! Sour! Yuch! How much do you want for all of them?" asked the old Jew who was already calculating the percentage of acorns needed to tan all the squirrel hides which he would eventually sell to the rats.

“All of them?” a bit confused, pharaoh wondered.

Their God

The old Jew quickly shoved his warty hand into a dirty sack he carried on his back, took out a clay pot and opened it; his pale, greenish face suddenly turning yellow as the sun, "You have us at a disadvantage, Mr. Pharaoh. We are poor, hungry Jews from Moscow in search for simple food. But the King has forbidden us to gather acorns to eat” the old Jew said and then continued, “I will trade you this gold coin for all the acorns in the forest. With it, you can buy new coats to keep you warm in the winter, I just happen to have some in my bag. . ." but before he could finish his sentence, Pharaoh interrupted him, "We need acorns for winter. Without them we will starve."

  What they always do

Joseph held back his grin and wrapped his arm around Pharaoh's shoulders and whispered gently into his ear so that the other squirrels could not hear, "Listen, I can see that you are a wise leader for your people. I'll make you a deal, since I am so desperate.”  The old Jew paused for a few seconds, and then added cunningly, “I will trade you one coin for all the acorns and give it to you in front of the other squirrels, but I will give you the whole pot of coins in secret. So when winter comes, you trade them to the other animals for food. The birds will carry fresh berries to you to trade for your gold, and you will eat better than even the bears.” And with a fake amicable nudge on Pharaoh’s shoulder, the old Jew added with a sly grin on his face. “Your people will congratulate you on your wise dealings with the Jews, whom you have cheat you little squirrel. . . but I like you. So here is the gold, now bring me every nut in the forest and we will trade."

Pharaoh looked at the gold. He loved to eat berries…acorns are, after all, sour and dry, he thought.

"Alright, Jew. I will command my people to gather up every one of their nuts and bring them to you." Pharaoh said. The old Jew whined in pain and pulled from his crumbling sleeve a piece of stained parchment, and said, "Sign here!"  The squirrel took a lead pencil from the old Jew, and signed away his future with a joyful smile, convinced that he had outwitted the old Jew. The old Jew then slipped him the pot of gold which they hid from the other squirrels. The squirrels all worked very hard and gathered up every last nut. As fate would have it, a gentle snow began to fall as the wise old squirrel exchanged ten full wagons of acorns for one small pot of gold.

The old Jew shivered and blew on his warty hands, "Oh, such cold!" He then dropped the old sack off his back and took out a bunch of small, musty coats he had traded to the rats on promise of one small bucket of acorns. Joseph draped one of the coats over his arm and said, "Examine the material, such quality! It helped the rats survive the coldest winter! I will trade them to you for two thirds of the gold."

Pharaoh felt a cold wind burn his ears as he caught the offer of the old Jew. Being a wise negotiator, Pharaoh offered the Jew one third of the coins, but the Jew demanded that they meet in the middle and took one half. Pharaoh rushed to bury the rest so that he could save them and trade them for berries and silks.

The next day the squirrels gathered on the forest floor. The coats were infested with lice and ticks that carried typhus and lyme disease. The squirrels were cold, hungry and sick. They offered the birds their gold coin, but the old Jew had already made a deal with the birds to not give the squirrels any food in exchange for all the warm nests the squirrels had built. The squirrels offered the bears their gold for a small bit of honey, but the Jews had already made a deal with the bears not to give the squirrels any honey in exchange for all the squirrel meat the bears could eat in one day.

The squirrels stood huddled together for warmth and began to cry. The old Jew hobbled along, but this time he had no bag on his shoulders as he had come to collect.

"Hello, my good friends, squirrels! Good day to you!" he said. Pharaoh came forward, eager to claim his moment of glory. "Hello to you, old Jew! Good that you came. I have gold! Have you food and medicine?" The old Jew sneered and said, "What, in this age of universal sickness and starvation you would take from my people their very food and medicine? Thief! Murderer! What do you offer?" Pharaoh was a bit confused, but then thought the old Jew was merely acting so as to make it appear that Pharaoh was still wiser and cleverer than even an old Jew! Oh, he thought, these Jews were so good to him!

"Old Jew, I have something more precious to you than medicine or food. I have a pot. . . er uh, half a pot of gold!" cried out Pharaoh, triumphantly. The other squirrels gasped in amazement. But the old Jew just scoffed at the leader of the squirrels. "My people cannot eat gold! Gold will not cure them!" he cried out. "Aha, but with gold you can pay for doctors and trade for food!" said Pharaoh, certain he could convince the old Jew to trade back the acorns for the gold. The old Jew spit and snarled at the squirrels.

"Doctors we have! Food we have, we traded a few acorns, so scarce in the market these days, to the deer for many wagons full of apples, oh how they cheated us, which apples the badgers made into preserves for us for a few acorns more, those thieving little bastards, uh badgers. Here, look here, the gold is already ours, we only lent it to you at interest, that interest being the acorns you gave us in consideration for holding the gold for us until winter so as to give you wretched little squirrels a higher status among the beasts of the forest, if only for a little while. Take a look at the contract you yourself signed of your own free will. Why you insisted that we Jews take your sour acorns in consideration for loaning you our precious gold."

Pharaoh was crushed. He fell on his knees and groveled before the old Jew.

"Old Jew, you have been good to us before. For our sour nuts you gave us gold. I will not tell you where I have buried it unless you are good to us again and give us back half the acorns we gave you in exchange for what is left of the gold you gave us. Return us at least to half of what we were before you came. Half of us will die, but at least some of our children will live. Is that not fair?" Pharaoh pleaded.

The old Jew cried out in pain, "Fair! You talk of fair! I will give you one jar of applesauce if you bring me the gold at once! I had to trade more than a sixteenth of one of my precious acorns for it." The old Jew took from his pocket a small, cracked jar of applesauce that was green and black with mold.

The squirrels called out to their leader, "Take it and let our children divide it!" Pharaoh ran to get the gold, so worthless it could only buy a spoonful of mold and rot. "Here, Jew, you have back your gold, now let us live." The old Jew snatched up the pot and opened it. His face glowed yellow, like Hell. He dropped the cracked jar of spoiled applesauce in the dirt, and Pharaoh dived down to lap it up. The applesauce was poisoned. He died even as he ate it. The other squirrels all died as well. The birds rented the nests, which the squirrels had built, from the Jews and lived in the trees the Jews' owned. The bears ate the diseased corpses of the squirrels and traded their caves to the Jews for medicine and the promise of deer meat. The old Jew went to greet the leader of the deer, who was certain he could outsmart the old Jew.

The End

And the truth

shall set you free.