The first video was made by the buddies of a departed friend. It's a montage of their Zahal training. It's a loving tribute to these ass kickers who held the line against the enemies of Israel. We buried MG in America, but his home is Eretz Yisrael.
Note the motto:
We wore boots of brown
And berets of red
And we carried axes to bury in your head
I also love, "Screw the ulpan, let's kick ass!" Priceless.
On my first trip to Israel I don't recall a day on the road when I didn't see the paratroops doing training jumps. The sky was filled with row upon row of jumpers. It was pretty incredible. When I was older and went again, I would see friends who had made aliyah walking the streets with their Galils. My life took a different path at that age. Looking back, if I could do it again, I'd have enlisted, though I think my mother would have tranquilized me with a dart gun and had me put into a coma until I aged out. We're talking about a woman who, when I was in high school, seemed to think there was a matrilineal moratorium on Jewish boys playing football for their schools.
We've had to endure the likes of the guy who runs No Quarter, who attempted to characterize the IDF as a bunch of undisciplined baby killers. The young men and women of Zahal are Israel's finest, and the collective sons and daughters of Am Yisrael. The IDF took an undisciplined, direction lacking ragamuffin with a penchant for getting into trouble like MG and turned him into a warrior who never lost his love of his land. His comrades, those before, and after, are the army of the Jewish people, and the only green line that matters. In the end, that is what the IDF's critics hate. The world can heap the weight of its collective disdain on the shoulders of Zahal, and they still stand straight, serve their nation and their people, and keep Israel's enemies at bay. The world can't stand it.
Too frickin' bad.
The Goldstone Report can say whatever the hell it wants. Did you happen to notice that most of the complaints were about things that are actually legal, and the human shields accusation is wholly and totally unsubstantiated? Well, maybe now the dumbass Left in Israel gets the picture. When you sit on your hands while rockets fall on you for 8 years, the world accepts it as being more than okay, so when you finally do go to defend yourself, the world says you're upsetting the natural balance of things.
So now when those Hamas bastards fire rockets they get rocketed back. And the Hague? Y'all can go shove it where the sun don't shine. Try Khaled Mashaal for the kidnapping of Gilad Shalit and then I'll be impressed. As usual, monkeys will fly out of my butt first. The only true crime of Operation Cast Lead is that our men and women weren't allowed to break Hamas and take back the Philadelphi Corridor, shutting down the smuggling tunnels to cut off the flow of weapons and materials into the hands of the bloodthirsty genocidal freaks holding a gun to the collective head of every man, woman and child in Azza, not to mention Gilad Shalit, and making sure that none of them ever know what safety, comfort, or freedom is like.
The IDF will still bury axes in your heads you enemies of Israel, don't let the stupid idiot peaceniks fool you.
So Marco, this is for you as your yartzeit approaches. We all miss you, especially those ladies, at least the ones you didn't completely piss off.
CRANK IT UP!
And because Neighborhood Bully is such a kick ass number, I thought it deserved a full blown run. It has been my nominee for Israel's new national anthem for quite some time. Hatikva is the Jewish heart. The world could care less about our heart. They want to cut it out and burn it. Maybe they'll listen to a boot in the ass.
Neighborhood Bully: Bob Dylan
Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man
His enemies say he's on their land
They got him outnumbered about a million to one
He got no place to escape to, no place to run
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully he just lives to survive
He's criticized and condemned for being alive
He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin
He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in
He's the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land
He's wandered the earth an exiled man
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn
He's always on trial for just being born
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized
Old women condemned him, said he could apologize
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad
The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he got no allies to really speak of
What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love
He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peace
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease
Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly. To hurt one they would weep
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep
He's the neighborhood bully.
Every empire that's enslaved him is gone
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon
He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand
In bed with nobody, under no one's command
He's the neighborhood bully.
Now his holiest books have been trampled upon
No contract that he signed was worth that what it was written on
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health
He's the neighborhood bully.
What's anybody indebted to him for?
Nothing, they say. He just likes to cause war
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed
He's the neighborhood bully.
What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers? Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill
Running out the clock, time standing still
Neighborhood bully.
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