There you have it. Cut to the chase. No more pussyfooting when it comes to Mr. Peanut, whose latest book is, as one former supporter turned critic has called it, "a poisoned holiday gift for Jews and Christians, and a danger to Jews throughout the world." It made me nauseated the other day when I saw a photo in the daily of people lined up around the block at an Austin book store to get an autographed copy of Carter’s bizarre new screed "Palestine: Peace or Apartheid," in which he just flat lies his pants off. The 82-year-old crank was inside the store in person, smiling his demonic smile, including at one poor woman who reportedly gushed that she’d named her new born "Carter" in Jimmy’s honor. Austin is full of the "antiwar" Left, which can be counted on to demonstrate against Israel. Many of them are aging, whacked-out hippies with brains so fried by cocaine and malathion-sprayed Mexican marijuana that they can be pardoned for thinking they’re still living in the sixties and Iraq is Vietnam all over again. If you lived here you wouldn’t get worked up over them. This is, after all, a town full of professional demonstrators. But Carter. Yipes. Bookworm has a good post on him and his awful book, which includes the most succinct analysis of the Muslim-Israel conflict I’ve ever seen, by David Horowitz, which includes this little analogy which will be near and dear to some Texans:
"It is a lie that Palestinians ‘had their own land, first of all, occupied.’ This is like saying that Texans had their own land occupied by Hispanics, ignoring the fact that Hispanics were there first."
UPDATE Israeli historian Michael B. Oren ("Six Days of War: June 1967 and the Making of the Modern Middle East") says Carter has a religion problem with Israel: "His book bewails the fact that Israel is not the reincarnation of ancient Judea but a modern, largely temporal democracy."
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