There was a time when archeologists were furiously searching
for the missing link that was thought to exist between the monkeys that we were
and the human beings we have become. Thus, to attribute the term “missing link”
to someone was a derogatory gesture meant to express that the person had not
yet fully developed into a human being. Well, the same thing can be said about
anything that has not yet developed to its full potential or that it did at one
time but then regressed to a lower state of existence.
The latter example has been the case with the North American
media in that it used to be fully developed but has regressed – due to the
Jewish influence – to now sit just above the level of the monkey. It was difficult
to find the bone that would link the lower state of existence to the higher
state, but we have it now thanks to the New York Times that kept Tom Friedman
on its team long enough to reach the zone of the missing link. Friedman did it
by writing “Egypt 's
Perilous Drift,” a column that was published on June 16, 2013 in the New York
Times.
But how can you assess the level of development that a
publication and its journalist have attained? The way to do it is to see what
the journalist is looking at and what he is calling it. For example, if he
looks at a diamond and sees not a precious stone but a lump of coal, he remains
a monkey. If he looks at a diamond and says it is a piece of carbon that is
neither coal nor diamond but something in-between, he is himself the missing
link between monkey and human being.
And this is what happened to Tom Friedman when he went to Egypt this time
intent to do what he always did which is to look for coal. But he found the
diamond that is Egypt ,
and he still refuses to call it diamond. He is not calling it a lump of coal
either in that he attributes to it some diamond characteristics in addition to
those of coal. He might think of it as the missing link between coal and
diamond, thus demonstrating that he is himself the journalistic missing link
between world class journalism and Jewish American trash.
Before the Jewish takeover of the American media, the
coverage of the Arab and Muslim worlds – among them Egypt – was done normally. By the
time the Jewish influence had permeated all the nooks and crannies of the
industry, the coverage of that part of the world had become the non-stop
discharge of raw sewage it is today. In fact, the joke around here is to the
effect that if you want to locate the sewers and the garbage dumps of Egypt , the way
to do it is to follow an American journalist. These people seem to feed on the
stuff. They write about it incessantly while completely ignoring everything
else. But there is also a mantra without which they can never write about Egypt . It is
that no matter what they see in the country, and no matter what they fail to
see, they must say they saw two things while there: poverty and religion.
Thus, whatever his travel to Egypt
was meant to cover this time, Tom Friedman was to go to Marsa Alam on the Red Sea where tourism has returned to pre-Revolution
levels. This meant the environment has again occupied center stage in the
country. In fact, with ten to fifteen million people visiting Egypt every year,
the places they go to such as the antiquities and the resort areas become the
concern of the government as well as the non-governmental organizations (NGOs)
that deal with environmental matters.
An organization that goes by the acronym HEPCA was formed in
Egypt more than twenty years ago and has since acquired a sterling reputation
worldwide for the work it does, not only in Egypt but in the entire Red Sea
region and beyond. Tom Friedman visited the place and wrote a few good things
about it but did not do it the justice it fully deserves. What can you do –
c'est la vie? Still, it is a case of better something than nothing.
There was, however, something he could have skipped but did
not. He did not skip looking for garbage or sewers to write about. Alas, he
could not do that anymore than you could keep a seagull from feeding in a
garbage dump.
What Friedman did in this regard is something he started the
column with given that it was an obligation he had to discharge before going on
to more important things. Thus, he wrote the following: “I visited a dirt-poor
Imbaba neighborhood … Around the corner, men have two manhole covers lifted …In
the background, you hear children in a Koranic school repeating verses.”
You see how lucky he got! As fate would have it, he found
everything he went looking for in one and the same place: poverty, religion and
the sewer.
He must have gorged himself with the stuff to indigestion,
after which he tried to force-feed the readers of the New York Times with an
unlikely scene. But the fabrication turned out to be too Jewish and too
transparent to impress anyone.
Try telling the truth, Tom. Arab truth sounds better than
Jewish lies. And when you get there, you will have left the zone of the missing
link at last to join the human race.