December 5, 2011 – Please read this article by the more incisive Norman Finkelstein:
I mean compared to that asinine loser, Rashid Khalidi, whose book about the Lebanese civil war back in the 80’s was unilaterally read and edited by yours truly at no charge to Mr. Khalidi, Mr. Finkelstein comes off as a finely-tuned Porsche to Khalidi’s Rambler American.
The Khalidi article comes courtesy of my colleague and friend, John, Esq.
The Finkelstein article is from my son, Leith. Thanks to the both of you.
Ah, the braying of jackasses! A few more Filasteezi intellectuals and we’ll be on our way to the 20 Mule Team Borax Hour with the late Ronnie Reagan hosting.
It’s a miserable, lugubrious, rainy, joint-freezing day in our area. I have to see an old friend in hospital now. He fell down twice and broke his hips. It’s sad because he is over 87 years old. Abu Hani was an inspired memorizer of Arabic poetry and loved to sit over a scotch whiskey and play “Suq Ukadh” with me. I don’t think he has much time left. It reminds me of the poem “Thanatopsis” by William Cullen Bryant. At times I become wistful or, maybe, pessimistic, something like Abu-Al-Alaa Al-Ma’ari. If Abu-al-Alaa could just see the garbage swirling around his grave at Ma’arrat Al-Nu’man -the macerated remnants of crushed, Ottomanized Arab savages, his bones would find a way to percolate in the mud and relocate in a more amenable cemetery.