It so happens that in the land of Oz, there lives a wizard. It is not clear what he can do that others cannot, but a wizard he is nevertheless. By contrast, it happens that in the land of Jewish Canuckistan, there lives a wizard who can produce ideas that make the head of human beings spin like a windcrane.
The latest
of the Jewish ideas, is a proclamation that would have Canadians, North Americans
and all Westerners reject the idea that justice is a Human Right, but is a gift
that must be begged for and may only be granted by the Supreme Jewish Wizard.
Although
this is a new idea that’s right out the wizard’s head, its roots began to grow
sometime ago. In fact, the phenomenon can be seen to develop during two
occasions around matters that relate to me personally. It happened once at the intellectual
level, and once at the material level.
What
rattled me intellectually, and I said so at the time, was the Jewish-Israeli
demand that for the latter to implement a modicum of justice in the occupied territories,
thus make life more bearable for the Palestinians, the oil-rich Arab countries must
pay the Jews billions of dollars. In other words, the Jews were telling the
Arabs that to return the Moral Rights and material possessions they stole from
the Palestinians, the Jews must be rewarded by Arabs who would agree to beg and
pay for what the Jews continue to impound.
As to what
happened to me personally at the material level, it is a true story that
unfolded in Montreal before I opened my own school. I was teaching in a small
private school that had a difficult past caused by internal problems which
pitted the partners (all brothers I believe) against each other.
When I
landed there, two brothers owned the school with one of them being away on a
long vacation in Greece, the country of his origin. I dealt with the brother in
Montreal and nothing unusual happened for a few weeks. The man then asked me if
I could lend him money to buy his brother’s share, thus own the school outright,
but then negotiate a partnership with me.
Even though
the family owned a school that had a successful past, the brothers were working
at least on a part-time bass to make ends meet. And my would-be partner in
Montreal was assuring me that the returning brother will be so hungry for money
after spending all that he had on a long vacation, we could buy his share of
the school for a very low price.
He went on
to say that to close the deal, all he needed at that point were $5,000.00,
which left me with the impression that he’ll be adding more to it and make a
better offer to his brother. We wrote a one-page contract in which we stipulated
the terms of the agreement and waited, supposedly for the return of the vacationing
brother.
A week or
so passed and the unimaginable happened. I entered a room at the school and saw
my would-be partner sitting around a small table with two other men. They were
gambling. I did not know then, and I still do not know what game they were
playing. All I can tell is that each player put the same amount of money
($10.00 or $20.00) on the table, upon which the dealer gave them a number of
cards. Each player would throw open one card on the table, and the winning
player (I did not know by which criterion) collected the money. They played
round after round, each lasting less than a minute. And here is the mordant catch,
my debtor did not win once in the two dozen rounds I saw them play.
The effect
on me was like seeing my $5,000.00 dollars vanish into thin air. Unable to
think of anything to say or do as I watched three grown men caught in a trance that
was pumping enough adrenalin in their veins to stampede over an army of humans
and crush it, I kept my mouth shut and quietly exited the room, determined to
start thinking seriously about opening my own school, and do it alone.
Meanwhile,
I sued my debtor and would-be partner to return the money he used for purposes
other than what his contract with me was stipulating. And that’s when I was hit
with a second nasty surprise. It was that to avoid defending himself in court,
the man asked his boss to lend him money to pay me. And guess what, my friend, the
boss turned out to be a Jew. Instead of lending money to his employee, he told him
of a “better way” to resolve this matter. He said he should borrow from his
bank who would give him a loan if I—who needs to be paid—could be convinced to endorse
the loan.
Do you know
what that would have meant? It would have meant that the contention which existed
between me and my borrower, would have become one that’s now between me and his
bank. The man could stop making payments to the bank at any time, and the bank
would have come after me. So very diabolically Jewish, so very satanically
disgusting.
It turned
out this was the kind of Jewish solution that turn the thieving borrower/lender
moguls of financial services into the giant banks that keep tumbling every once
a while. In my case, when the borrower stopped payment, I would have had to beg
the Greek gambler or his Jewish boss to render justice by paying the bank that’s
now after me.
These are the realities I learned in real life which tell me not to trust the Canuckistan Government which seems to tell me that to get the money owed to me, I should beg for justice to be done. Not a chance.