Of Scorpions

And frogs.

Oh, very proud of this one. Nightcafe, as usual.

One day a frog was happily hopping along a river bank when he came across a scorpion. “Good morning, my friend,” said the scorpion, “I need to get across the river, would you mind giving me a ride?”

The frog croaked, “Ah, friend scorpion! I fear that if I were to allow you on my back you will sting me, and I should die.”

”Tchah,” answered the scorpion, “I am not foolish! Were I to sting you, I would drown, for I cannot swim!”

So, the frog allowed the scorpion onto his back, and started across the river. Just before they reached the far bank, the scorpion stung the frog. “Madman,” cried the frog, “Now we shall both die! Why would you do such a thing?”

“You knew what I was when you picked me up.”

An ancient fable, told in many different forms across the world, and much on my mind these days.

The Legacy Media is all agog at the fact that Hamas started — according to said Legacy Media — having mass executions of Gazans the day after the hostages were exchanged.

Snort. I hate to tell folks this, but not only have the goat-shagging terror groups and tribal alliances¹ in Gaza been killing Gazans, but they’ve been killing Gazans since the start of this whole sorry mess. It’s pretty widely known among experts² that if you weren’t “authorised” by your local terror group, and you tried to pick up aid, you’d be killed in a manner designed to send a message to everyone else in Gaza: “Don’t you dare touch the food."

Scorpions gotta sting, and terror groups gotta terrorise³.

I am mildly impressed that the hostages still living that were being held by various terror groups in Gaza got released.

I am mildly amused that the United Nations Unnecessary Numpties, various NGOs, and Palestinian sympathisers have gone all quiet and “La la la” over videos of terror groups in Gaza beating and executing Gazans in jobs lots.

As I watch the videos, one of the things that jumps out at me — and restores my faith in Palestinians⁴ being, well, Palestinians — is the gathered crowds witnessing their fellow Gazans being beaten with steel rebar and shot in the head on no more than a “Because we say so” by some dacoits with rifles.

The gathered crowds who are laughing, cheering, and dancing as blindfolded Gazans have their brains blown across the concrete on no more evidence than the word of illiterate power-tripping fanatics with goat fetishes.

This, I’m afraid, is where the the “Palestinian Peace Process” will stop, to the thinking of the average Gazan on the street. The only “Peace” the Palestinians understand is the peace that the Jordanians gave them in 1971 — where the Jordanians killed every Palestinian who thought about being a terrorist, and the surviving terrs ran like striped-arse apes into Lebanon.⁵

This isn’t a pause for peace as far as the Palestinians are concerned. This is a pause for the terror groups to rest, re-arm, re-supply, re-group, and re-entrench, before starting the whole monkey-dance all over again. And the various terror groups cannot do this without the aid, comfort, and support of the Palestinians as a group.

Until the Palestinians as a whole decide they want peace — until the scorpions stop being scorpions — there will be no peace.

And that, Gentle Readers, will never happen.

Ian

1. But I repeat myself.

2. And the Legacy Media, too. It just … wasn’t newsworthy … enough to be reported on.

3. “Power comes from the barrel of a gun” and all that.

4. Pariahs, fanatics, and unreformable troublemakers whom the rest of the Arab world told, “Go be a pain in someone else’s arse.”

5. Where they promptly Palestinianed the “Paris of the Middle East” into a war-torn hell-hole. Because … Palestinians.