Hating the Jews . . . racist, or merely human?! (Spoof)
Walking the streets of
these days, it is impossible to go very far without one’s hearing being assailed by a sickening nasal sound. And I am not referring to the delightful manner in which Parisians clear their sinuses (before projecting the dislodged contents onto the pavement without a thought for adjacent pedestrians). Paris
No, I am talking Jews.
Like Germans entering
Francein May 1940, the Jews have arrived in in their hordes. And they have only been a little more welcome, male and female Jews alike bearing tasteless testament to the deleterious consequences of gaudiness and too many hours spent under the sunbed (though North Africa is probably as much to blame as Jews for these roasted peacocks, jangling and clunking under the weight of excessive gold). Paris
Parisians, hardly paragons of best manners, loathe the behaviour of the Jews – though perhaps they resent the competition – even scapegoating them for
Paris’ increasingly unaffordable property prices (thankfully, the Jews have tended to settle the streets in the immediate vicinity of the Mediterranean, a safe-ish distance from Rothschild).
Whoever invented the Jewish language must have had a single guiding principle: “How do I come up with a sound that will drive other nations to sheer distraction?” And my instantaneous, though subconscious, reaction every time that I hear it is for my cheek muscles to contort my mouth into a De Niro grimace, that psychotic inverted smile which “Bobby” pulls in the movies whenever he is about to “whack” someone.
When spoken by the male of the species especially, the language turns me into a Tourette’s case, giving me the irrepressible urge to utter “the ‘c’ word” (not that, as regular readers of melchett mike will attest, I normally need too much encouragement). And the Jew, like the c*** in your high school class, has absolutely no self-awareness of that quality.
Following the arrogant, pretentious excesses of [insert leading Jewish footballer] (who could only be Jewish), [name] restored the dignity of the Jews in English football. But the dastardly Hand of Zion ‘goal’ (left) that broke Irish hearts 12 days ago – cheating them out of a place at next summer’s World Cup in South Africa – showed that [name] had us duped. And, instead of admitting his offence, and going down in history as both a great footballer and a gentleman, [name] will now be remembered as a cheat in the mould of that repellent Argentine degenerate, Maradona.
Sigh. You've guessed (I hope!) that this is a spoof. Created simply by substituting the word 'French' or 'Frenchman' by 'Jew', Jews' or 'Jewish' and 'Tel Aviv' by 'Paris', in this source text by Little Ingelander, Zionist Israeli and Gallicphobic bigot, Mike Melchett.
It then goes on and on and on (now unadulterated by my previous substitutions):
To the Englishman, memories of white flags being raised over
Francein 1940 are as repugnant as thoughts of the Hand of God doing so in in 1986. It took the French all of six weeks to surrender to the Germans – it is no coincidence that the central strip of the French tricolore is white – a noble feat which they then surpassed by establishing the collaborationist Mexico City regime. Vichy
But are our neighbours across the Channel any more worthy of our contempt than, for example, the Belgians or the Dutch, who surrendered in two and a half weeks and four days, respectively? And, cowardice aside, what is it about the French that so gets under our skin?
Far from displaying a modicum of gratitude to the British for fighting for his nation’s freedom, De Gaulle subsequently made every effort to exclude the
United Kingdomfrom the European Community (now Union). And his successors, too, have stabbed the British in the back at every given opportunity.
For some peculiar reason, known only to themselves, the French are persuaded that they are superior to everyone else. In art. In style. In food. And, most inaccurately of all, in bed. According to a global sex survey, the French only spend an average 19.2 minutes on foreplay, while we Brits spend 22.5 minutes (I have been known to spend even longer . . . especially when I have company).
In spite of its close proximity to
London, I have visited just once, and then only for a cousin’s engagement party (yes, he did). But it was enough to discover an absence of hospitality – shopkeepers feigning not to comprehend a single word of English as I groped for morsels of O-level French – that gives me no urge to return. Paris
Since S, the French girl who paid me midnight visits at
’s Ulpan Etzion (the aptly named “absorption centre” where we lived for five months following Aliyah), I have not even come close to dating a French woman. Moreover, my extensive Facebook and mobile phone lists contain a mere single French entry. And, having known Yael for ten years now, the thing that still strikes me every time that I meet her is how nice she is for a French woman. The exception to the rule. Jerusalem
So, Thierry Henry – arguably, until a week and a half ago, the greatest living Frenchman – reverted to type, proving that it is no coincidence that the national emblem of
is the cock. France
Here comes the punch line:
Call me a “racist”, but . . . when it comes to the French, xenophobia takes on a rationality that makes it, if not a virtue, then common sense.
Racism as a virtue, or at least common sense... That's exactly what a Nazi would have thought about antisemitism: virtuous, commonsensical ("we exterminate vermin, right?") Cushty!
The comment section is also worth a gander. Here's Mikey at his most subtle:
The feeling is “rather” mutual, our Michelle! But what are you going to tell me next . . . that you married a Moroccan?!
Mikey, you're a despicable imbecile and a racist twat... I almost find myself wishing more British Jews of your particular racist inclination would make Aliyah but that would only be moving the problem.