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Israel At 59 and The National Union of Journalosts


This one might have passed you by, but a few weeks ago, the hugely important and influential (British) National Union of Journalists (or Journalosts, as I have started calling them) felt the need to vote in a favour of boycotting all goods made in Israel.

This ludicrous and glib action (not least because our friends might as well pack up their Intel powered laptops, since they are being powered by Israeli contaminated microchips) has made them a laughing stock in the rest of the world. Not least, in the country they so abhor.


Happy Birthday then, Israel.


The Journalosts only proved how special a country Israel happens to be. I mean, if you're going to vote to boycott one single place in the world (apart from Darfur, Zimbabwe or Iran), why not choose Israel? After all, in 59 years, it has achieved the almost impossible. It has brought the desert to life, become a world leader in cutting-edge technology, gained the grudging respect of the Arab countries it has defeated time and time again - oh, and produced microchips for Intel.


Are your laptops picking this up, chaps?

Happy Birthday my love. We are so proud of you and we will be there whether or not others choose to throw their boycotts in your direction. You have been our heart and soul since the day our forefather Abraham walked into Canaan, with all the might that a seventy five year old man could muster and there is no way that we will ever, ever abandon you.

In terms of our love, respect and admiration for everything that you stand for, we outvote the journalosts by three thousand years - to one.

Yom Huledet Sameach, Eretz Nehederet.
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