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Next Year In Khazaria

Eliezer Ben-Yehuda
Born 1852, in Vitebsk Oblast, Belarus.

Theoder Herzl    ( Binyamin Ze’ev … Loebl )

Born 1860, in Budapest, Hungary

Grandparents from Serbia.

Herzl infected his wife with gonorrhoea; his

eldest daughter mentally-ill,  addicted, overdosed;

his son committed suicide; his younger daughter

mentally-ill, ended up in a concentration camp;

his only grandson committed suicde.

Herzl the Father of the Zionist State.

 

Chaim Weizmann
Born 1874, near Pinsk, Belarus.

Vladimir Ze’ev Jabotinsky    ( … Yevgengevich Zhabotinsky }
Born 1880, in Odessa, Ukraine.

Joseph Volfovich Trumpeldor
Born 1880, in Pyetigorsk, Russia.

Yitzhak Ben-Zivi    ( Izaak Shimshelevich )
Born 1884, in Poltava, Ukraine.

David Remez    ( … Drabkin )
Born 1886, in Kopys, Belarus.

Israel Shochat
Born 1886, in Lyskovo, Belarus.

Alexander Zaid
Born 1886, in Irkutsk Oblast, Serbia.

David Ben-Gurion    ( … Yosef Gruen )
Born 1886, in Plonsk, Poland.

Eliyahu Golomb
Born 1893, in Vawkavysk, Belarus.

Moshe Sharett    ( Chertok )
Born 1894, in Kherson, Ukraine.

Levi Eshkoll    ( … Schlonick )
Born 1895, in Kiev, Ukraine.

Golda Meir    ( … Mabovitch )
Born 1898, in Kiev, Ukraine.

Avraham Stern
Born 1907, in Suwalki, Poland.

Menachem Begin
Born 1913, in Brest, Belarus.

Moshe Dayan
Born 1915, on a kibbutz in Palestine
Parents emigrated from Ukraine.

Yitzhak Shamir    ( Icchak Jaziernicki )
Born 1915, in Ruzhany, Belarus.

Chaim Herzog
Born 1918, in Belfast, Ireland
Father born in Lomza, Poland
Mother born in Latvia.

Yitzhak Rabin    ( Rubitsov )
Born 1922, in Jerusalem, Palestine
Father from Ukraine, mother from Belarus.

Shimon Peres    ( Szyon Parski )
Born 1923, Wiszniew, Belarus.

Ariel Sharon    ( Scheinermann )
Born 1928, in Palestine.
Parents emigrated from Belarus.

Benjamin Netanyahu    ( Binyamin Mileikowsky )
Born 1949, in Tel Aviv, Palestine
Father born in Warsaw, Poland
Mother born in Petah Tikva, Palestine
Grandparents from Belarus.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2018.

A Paki Still

My father came to this country in 1952
Worked like a dog, swept the floor, other jobs
The white boys turned their noses up at
Paid half the money, twenty men sharing a house
Sending money back home — work, sleep, work
Built this country — damp, foggy, miserable
No roads, no cars, no shopping centres, no Empire;
By the time he was old this was a different land
He helped to build this country, but got no credit for it
When he died he was still a Paki.

I came to this country, a young boy, in 1966
Educated here, went to work, raised a family
Read, write, speak, understand English better than …
Taught to walk the straight and narrow
Do the right thing, in my father’s footsteps …
But I am still a Paki.

My son was born here, English to the bone
A beautiful young man, the apple of my eye
Intelligent, athletic, loving, respectful
I may be biased, but none can come close
But he is still a Paki.

One day he will have a child
He will pass on the lessons I taught
The wisdom of Ages I learned from my father
Work hard, be good, think of others, smile
Whatever he does, he will be
A Paki still.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

Christian Nation

You are a Christian?
You believe in God?
You believe in Jesus Christ?
You believe that Jesus was / is the Son of God?
Jesus was a Jew?
If the son is Jewish, is it safe to say, so is the Father?

You worship Jews?

The Old Testament is the story of the Jews
The New Testament is the story of one Jew
What, or where, is your story?
From day one you have despised all Jews
Discriminated, killed, put down all Jews
But to ONE Jew belongs all the Glory?

Two thousand years ago in a land of semite arab dogs
Dark skin, black hair, brown eyes were the norm
Where did your blonde, blue-eyed, White Boy spring from?
Is it so painful to kneel down before a dirty Wog?
You cannot face the most basic fact
Jesus Christ looked just like Yasser Arafat
A fact you cannot stomach so it has to be denied
In every conflict the Truth is first to be crucified.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Doublespeak

When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Darkie
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Paki
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Muslim
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Islam.

Say it in plain English, or the Queen’s English
(If you can read, write and understand your language)
You start this and I will explain how it will finish
If you get on a high horse, that comes with heavy baggage;
Muslim lands have oil, gas, minerals, not just curry and rice
It is not my fault I have got everything you really want
Go to the marketplace, pay the market price
Don’t bullshit about freedom and democracy, you peasant.

Poor white trash, you’ve got no cash, no cash, no cash
You are a low brow, low life, low class
Poor white trash, you’ve got no cash, no cash, no cash
You have a small dick, a big belly, and the biggest ass;
Bend over, spread your cheeks, take it like a man
You don’t have an Empire, you’ve got one thing to sell
Bend over, earn the cash the best way you can
This Paki will pay you well —  even though you smell.

 

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Paki From Brazil

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Seven, hollow-point, in the head
Just to be sure he is dead

Bang!
One in the shoulder
Trained by Israeli instructor

Bing! Bing! Bing!
Three, point blank, miss
Next time, more practise

Ooops!
Are you kidding me?!
But he looked like a Paki!!

Whoops!
Kill a Paki, send out a message
Dickhead, will open her passage

Bling! Bling!
Liar One, Liar Two, ham acting twin
Soap stars, both planning to cash in

Sing! Sing!
A verse so Free, a chorus so Democratic
Oil, gas, heroin –- it’s a box-office hit!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.