Dear Roger Waters, formerly of Pink Floyd, waxes political.
And honestly, it’s somewhat comforting for me to discover that, like his music, his politics hasn’t much evolved since the usefully-idiotic radical chic days of Little Drummer Girl.
Here’s an idea: take several hundred Jews, drop them into Transjordan, and have them demand equal rights, etc.,– all while openly proclaiming that their political and religious mission, forever more, is to wipe the Arabs who host them off the face of the earth, to drive these pigs and dogs into the sea.
If these several hundred Jews are accepted and allowed to speak their piece, safe from the barbarism generally visited upon non-Muslims in Arab and or Muslim territories or countries, we can all revisit Mr Waters’ bracing “argument.”
If, however, they aren’t, Mr Waters agrees to take a sharp stick and jam it through his grubby, twisted, anti-Semitic tongue.
Sometimes, another brick in the wall is just what’s needed to keep those with an open declaration of your extermination from carrying out their designs.
Or, to put it another way, go fuck yourself, you dried up husk of a political moron. And stop putting shrooms in your falafels.