Imagine having a bunch of friends who keep telling you about
a restaurant where you can eat the best sausage ever made on this planet or any
planet in the whole wide Universe out there. So you go to that restaurant the
first time, eat a serving of sausage but become so constipated, you have to run
to hospital where they purge you clean and send you home with the advice that
you should never again eat what you ate the last time.
A few days later, you get together with your friends again,
and just as you are about to tell them what happened to you not long ago, they
start praising the same restaurant again, and they tell you that if you did not
try it yet, you should go as soon as possible because you just don't know what
you're missing. Not to sound stupid, you keep your mouth shut but resolve in
the secrecy of your thought that you will never eat in that restaurant again.
Then, sitting at home one evening and having nothing
prepared for dinner, you decide to go out and eat. Suddenly, the words of your
friends urging you to go to that restaurant, ring in your ears and you try to
fight it. But your ego gets in the way, and you decide you should be able to
eat from that sausage like everyone else, and not have to run to hospital to
get flushed. So you go to the restaurant where you eat from the same sausage
but once again, you get constipated, run to the hospital where they flush you
and send you home with the advice that you should never eat from that food
again.
You repeat the cycle many times over till you discover one
day that your so-called friends are no friends at all but are a bunch of
advertising hacks paid to promote the restaurant in question from among the
many concerns they work for and keep on their list of clients. It was business
to them, you see, nothing more. In the meantime, you were duped, your belly
paid the painful price and your wallet was made a little lighter in the
process.
Now think of the sausage in that tale as being political
sausage produced in the democratic kitchens of the world. In fact, the analogy
was made sometime ago to the effect that America's democracy is fashioned the
way that sausage is made: It does not look good when you make it, but tastes
good when you eat it. What was not said, however, is what we now see happen
inside the American Congress. The thing is seized like entrails that are so
constipated, they need a good flushing before the nation can eat again. In the
meantime, no resolution, no bill and no amendment can be processed or passed
through. They call it gridlock.
So now is the time to ask: Who on earth could be the chef in
that kitchen? The fact is that there are many chefs and many cooks in that
kitchen and a few other kitchens like it. One notorious chef is named Bret Stephens,
and he cooks a column in the kitchen they call the Wall Street Journal. His
latest sausage was given the name: “Ozymandias Returns” and was added to the
menu on July 2, 2013.
Stephens is a Jew, and like most Jews, he thinks of himself
as qualified to “educate” anyone and everyone on matters concerning the
production of political sausage. In his mind, he is a political “Dear Abby” for
the world; one that has the specialty of making the kind of sausage that
Israeli Jews consider to be kosher enough to feed on and feel comfortable with
when the time comes to do you know what.
Having made it clear at the start of the article that he is
discussing the current situation in Egypt, Bret Stephens does not explain why
he chose in the title of his article the nickname of ancient Egypt's most
powerful Pharaoh, Ramses 2 who conquered most of the Levant, including Syria
and Palestine – part of which is now called Israel.
Still, the chef gives free advice to everyone in Egypt
because he says that these people never knew how to govern themselves in 6000
years. He does not explain how they survived as a nation for that long, but he
does not have to because he is a Jew, after all. Or maybe, he just does not
know what has been cooking in the kitchen of Ozymandias during all these
millenniums.
The Jewish chef also gives advice to those Americans who
voted for President Obama, a man that the readers must assume has no views on
anything that matters, he says. Here too, Stephens does not explain why his
view should trump those of the millions of Americans who voted for Obama. Well,
he is a Jew after all, and he does not have to explain anything. Dear Abby
never did; she only told everyone what to do. Period.
In any case, you should eat your philosophical vegetables,
Bret. And here is my explanation for that; they will help your intellectual
digestion where some purging is overdue.