E.Nough has had enough. I agree with everything he says here, but the subject of Israel aside, everything in his post also holds for the good old U.S. of A. as well. Especially this:

If you can’t deal with having blood on your hands, you won’t have a
nation for long. No nation can survive that kind of squeamishness.

The thing is, too many of my fellow Americans aren’t willing to do this anymore — they don’t want any blood on their hands, messing up their fine opinion of themselves. They’d rather let the country slide into the darkness of decadence and slow disintegration than do anything that even threatens to give them bad feelings about themselves. The fact that they don’t believe that we can ever slide into the darkness of decadence and slow disintegration is part of their disease. It’s become all about the self-regard now. I’ll illustrate this with something that will at first seem rather unrelated. Weeks or months ago on some blog somewhere there was a discussion of tattoos, and an argument ensued between the people who were into tattoos and the people who were of the opinion that tattooing was a dubious if not immoral activity. The usual accusations of “lowlife!” and “puritan!” got bandied about, but what struck me was the comment of one woman who, concerning her own attitude towards tattoos (she liked them, and had some), stated “I’m a good person.” It occurred to me that this simple sentence was the perfect illustration of what has gone wrong in Western culture over the decades.

At one time the idea that one could refer to oneself as “a good person” would have been regarded at the very least with incredulous laughter. One could, of course, always say of others that he or she was “a good person.” And obviously too many members of the human race have always positively been stuffed with self-regard, which was (and when the term is still used, usually of someone who today’s Good Person does not approve, still is) a pejorative term. Still, at one time one was not supposed to announce to others one’s goodness of character, as such accolades were for others to lay upon us. But in our efficient modern times we’ve cut out the middleman, so to speak. Laved in self-esteem from the cradle, the young enter the world convinced they can turn lead into gold. No situation or experience in life was supposed to be too disgusting for the Brave New Good People to transform — shacking up, spawning bastards, cursing, blasphemy, heresy — these became “living together,” “unwed motherhood,” “freedom of speech,” “a thought-provoking novel,” “female priests.” One of the few things that our new Magickal Generation hasn’t been able to make pretty, however, is war, but that hasn’t stopped them from trying. They’re willing to fight for their country — up to a point, and that point is whatever bums them out. For some, it’s the very idea of having to put on a uniform and take orders. Fortunately there is no draft, so our military leaders don’t have to deal with that sort of bullshit. For others, it’s having to actually kill someone. If only we could somehow have war without killing, these babies would be all for it. But there is no such thing, especially when your enemy has no compunction about using your own best instincts against you.

But you can’t tell the Good People that. See, since they are Good, they can’t possibly have any enemies. Therefore, the fact that people are attacking us isn’t our fault, but the fault of our evil overlord leaders, who stole the election and are crushing the nation under the oppressive jackboots of not allowing us to have billboards that show an iPod coming out of some woman’s ass, who are forcing us to buy hugeass SUVs and computers made of petroleum byproducts, and of those evil Jews who not only had the gall to go live in the reservation carved out for them in the ass-end of Palestine because no one else wanted them but insist upon doing annoying things like making acres of sand and salt into fields and vinyards and fighting for their country. The Good People are all for being nice to the Jews, as long as no people get hurt.