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I've been trying to figure out how to write about this history-saturated week. I'm going to start with last week.
Last week I went to a GLBT academic conference called An Other Sex.
I went there with my friend Aviv who asked me why the Gay Pride Parade was so important, and why wasn't there a People Parade, or a Palestinian Pride Parade. I replied that as long there is shame in the Gay Parade it is necessary. As for the "People" Pride Parade I told him that every time a heterosexual couple holds hands or kisses in the street they are showing their subconscious "pride" in their sexuality.
There are Palestinian Pride Parades, and there are two kinds, ones with Kalashnikov's and face hiding galabiyas, and then Israeli security forces disperse. And other in which they is a small amount of people and they are marching for the freedom of their land, with little support from their government and from mine.
I'm inclined to believe that if, from within Ramallah, Palestinians began to march for peace and called for talks with the Israelis, they'd be shot by M-16's and Kalashnikov's, because both the government of Israel and Hamas and Fatah couldn't give a rat's ass about the actual people that are trying to create a change.

This long and fairly convoluted exposition was to show what it is I'm actually thinking about, because this week marks the 40th anniversary of the Six Day War*.

So there's this strange dichotomy going on in my head which goes something like:
Yay, Israel won! We weren't decimated in a huge barrage of enemy hostility!".

And...

"Fuck, ever since we've won we've been treating the people living in the Occupied Territories** as though they weren't people in their own right and keeping them as downtrodden as a face with a boot stomping on top of it***.

This is how I, personally, feel, I won't presume to know how others feel, though I know some share my feeling to a certain degree there are also those who don't.

I have a big problem with being told (and I have been) that I sympathize more the Palestinians than with Israelis. I don't. I sympathize with the suffering they must endure to the military occupation in both in Gaza and the West Bank and the Settlements (bane to Israeli society that they are) in the West Bank.
Does that mean that I feel nothing for the people in Sderot who are bombarded with Quasam rockets day in and day out? Fuck no.
I dislike suffering.
I especially dislike it when my people suffer because the militia of an extremist group that currently controls the Palestinian fires rockets at them day and night.

Basically. Two sides, both are to blame. One suffers badly and the other suffers more, but both suffer and it'll do well to remember that on both sides there are people.
People who just want to live with dignity and because of religion, territory and politics they fight and bleed and die.
And that does no one any good.

Notes:
* If you don't know anything about it, just Google it, there is a plethora of information about the Six Day War and the issues surrounding it.
** Same as above.
*** A little Orwellianism never hurt anyone.

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.
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כיוון שהספר היה "פגום" הצלחתי לקנות את הספר דברים שרציתי לגעת מאת גילי פליסקין בחצי מחיר לפני ההנחה של שבוע הספר שבוע הבא.

אני ממליצה על הספר בחום, לקרוא את הספר הייתה חוויה לא נורמלית ואין לי ספק שזה ספר שאם אף אחת מחברותיי לא תקנה אני אשאיל בשניה, רק שתקרא.

אני אישית מתכננת לקנות את הספר הזה שוב ולשלוח אותו לאחותי בארה"ב ולשכנע את אחותי השנייה לקנות עותק לעצמה. אני חושבת שכל ילדה, כן ילדה שתגדל להיות נערה ואישה צריכה לקרוא את הספר הזה.
הוא מרתק, מרגש, סקסי ופשוט מקסים.

אני גם ממליצה על הספר הזה לבחורים כי אני לא מפלה על רקע ספרותי :)

אני נתתי לאבא שלי לקרוא את הספר "cunt" שהוא לא קרא אגב וששמו העליב את אמא שלי הרבה יותר.
הייתי נותנת לאמא שלי לקרוא את הספר, אבל היא לא קרואת ספרים בעברית, אבל ברגע שהוא יתורגם לאנגלית אני קונה אותו במתנה לאמא.

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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