Eleven dead. Forty years ago. For whom a minute of silent memorial now is just too much. My, my, how the world has changed since 1972. From reflexive courage to quake-in-your-boots cowardice.
For those alleged champions of personal courage, the International Olympic Committee, certainly. Scared spitless of the Religion of Peace, as so many are these days while pretending only to be super-tolerant of a religious culture that is, in fact, tolerant of no one. Indeed, a Religion of War. A Religion of Hate.
Only Greek-Irish American sportscaster Bob Costas has the nerve, apparently, to lead an observation of this minute for the Israeli olympic team’s eleven who were slain in a Palestinian massacre forty years ago. Good for him. And on NBC, of all venues, whose news department has become thoroughly biased in recent years. We’ll see if the Mooselimbs try to kill him or someone else at NBC. I’d take that bet. Wouldn’t you?
As for the inevitable call for boycotting the Olympics, frankly, that won’t be a hardship for me. I never follow them anyway. Only things that ever have piqued my interest for more than, uh, one minute, are the ice-skating and ski-jumping and they’re not on this year. This is the summer version of the whoop-dee-do. *
What’s really needed is more than one minute of frankly admitting that a great many non-Muslims are scared to death of Islam. “To death” being the operative phrase. We’re in a war. A curious war that few except the aggressors even admit exists.
UPDATE: In this case, though, there’s something else going on as well. Especially considering there have been one-minute Olympic memorials before.
* I forgot beach volleyball, the laugher “sport” mainly noted for its female T&A. I will deny myself that as a boycott statement.
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