Forsaken: The USS LIBERTY, Gaza, The Rachel Corrie and You

My blogging hiatus continues, but I am putting up the post below which I did a back in 2010

“Oh hear us when we cry to Thee,

For those in peril on the sea!

US Navy hymn, quoted by James Scott in The Attack on the LIBERTY.

1. It is June 6th, 2010, a Sunday morning. The MV Rachel Corrie was illegally seized yesterday by the Israelis and forcibly hauled to Ashdod. Today’s Washington Post made no mention of this event whatsoever. It didn’t happen. This is why that loathsome organ is called the Jerusalem Washington New York Times Post on this blog.  The sins of the Washington Post are innumerable. Yesterday, Max Blumenthal called out Glenn Kessler, an Israeli shill masquerading as a reporter, for his lies and distortions about the Freedom Flotilla.  These are just two examples among countless others of the Post sacrificing truth to the G-d of Israel.

43 years ago yesterday, Israel launched what came to be called the Six-Day War during which it captured the Gaza Strip and the entire Sinai Peninsula, the West Bank and the Golan Heights. On the fourth day of this war, the ramifications of which are today finally becoming clear to people around the world, Israel deliberately attacked the USS LIBERTY in international waters near el-Arish which in turn is very close to the Gaza strip.  The Israelis killed 34 US sailors and wounded over 170 others in their attempt to sink the USS LIBERTY. Fortunately for the men on board the LIBERTY, the Israeli torpedo boats were not only manned by war criminals, there were manned by incompetent war criminals, thus four of the five torpedoes the three Israeli torpedo boats fired from close range at the LIBERTY missed their target.  One did hit the ship, near to but still missing the boiler room. The LIBERTY rose up out of the water due to the  impact of the explosion, came crashing back down onto the sea and began to list. Had any of the other torpedoes hit the ship, you dear reader, would probably think today that it was Egypt who sank the USS LIBERTY.

In light of the incompetency of the torpedo boats, the Israelis sent helicopter born commandos to finish off the ship. (Sound familiar? Keep reading.)  As one of the helicopters hovered directly over the ship with a well-armed commando sitting on edge of the helicopter staring down at Petty Officer Third Class Phillip Francis Tourney who was standing on the main deck, the Israelis suddenly turned and sped away. Word had gotten out that it was Israel who had attacked the ship. No sense coming on board to slaughter the remaining sailors and to blow up the ship. The jig was up. This was at about 4:00 in the afternoon, June 8th 1967. No help would come to the LIBERTY for 16 to 18 more hours. Too late for poor Seaman Gary Blanchard who died at 3: AM, June 9th, 1967 as the overwhelmed and heroic ship’s doctor had exhausted all means available to  him to save Blanchard’s life.

Four days after the attack on the LIBERTY more “help” arrived from the US Navy. This help was in the form of Admiral Isaac Kidd, Jr., whose very own father was killed on board the USS Arizona during the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. I can’t help but wonder how Isaac Kidd Sr. viewed the actions of his son on board the USS LIBERTY as he watched from above. If Jr. had been my son, I would have been ashamed.

Kidd Jr.  met with many of the sailors on board the ship in small groups, ostensibly to find out from them what happened. Con artist par excellence, he would take off his stars and put them on a table, claiming to be just one of the guys. Once the men opened up to him telling him of Israel’s horrible crimes, he would put his stars back on, scowl at them and tell them that if they ever breathed a word of this to anyone ever, he would jail them or have them killed.

Below are excerpts from Phil Tourney’s gripping book on the USS Liberty massacre, entitled What I Saw That Day. These excerpts are from Chapter 9 of the book which recounts Phil’s reactions to what he had just seen and heard from Admiral Isaac Kidd, Jr. The chapter’s title is “Forsaken.” Its prescience in light of events this past week is eerie. No red highlighting this time, none is necessary.

I am not as forgiving as Jesus was. Murderers are murderers. As far as I’m concerned, what they do once they will do again if given the opportunity. The fact that Israel slaughtered thirty-four of my shipmates and yet are receiving over 30 million dollars a day from the US means they view the whole affair as a profitable enterprise. Why then would they not do it again?”

This is my greatest fear.

That day, when Kidd left us standing there like a woman thrown out of a car after being raped and told by her attackers “don’t even think about calling the cops, bitch”, my world changed. What’s worse than the attack itself has been the knowledge – the personal knowledge – that we were set up and now would be deprived the justice we deserved. That has been the most bitter thing about this whole ordeal.

The other sailors and I stood there, still hearing the reverberations of Kidd screaming at us and slamming the door. You could have heard our hearts breaking. We wailed out from within our souls, knowing and yet not knowing that the rest of our lives would be a nightmare. I thought about Mom telling me the story of her people, the American Indians who had been forced to walk their trail of tears and whose lives were cheap and expendable…

…And now I realized that my life too, was cheap and expendable, especially when compared to Israeli blood.

I did not know it at the time, but bringing us in in small groups was a deliberate maneuver on Kidd’s part. He had wanted to scare us and knew it would be easier if we were few in numbers. Had we been in there with twenty other guys, we would not have felt so helpless.

After Kidd left, I walked over to the door he had just slammed shut and beat my hands against the steel bulkhead as hard as I could. They exploded with pain, but the pain was refreshing because it let me know I was still alive. What I was saying with my fists that I could not say with my mouth was, “FUCK YOU, ADMIRAL, SIR! MY LIFE AND THE LIVES OF MY SHIPMATES MEAN SOMETHING, SO FUCK YOU, SIR! GET IT?!”

And in that instant I lost all respect for authority. I lost my respect for the US Navy. I lost respect for my country. I would never trust them again. Ever. From then on, although I would salute as required, what I would be thinking within the confines of my own mind would be, “KISS MY ASS SIR.” As far as I was concerned they were – all of them –  accomplices to cold-blooded murder, and the worst part was that they knew it. This is not the mark of a leader, it is the mark of a coward and a traitor.

It was not just Admiral Isaac Kidd, but also his boss, Admiral John McCain, and his bosses, Secretary of Defense Robert Strange McNamara and President of the United Stats Lyndon Baines Johnson. May they burn in hell for allowing themselves to become nothing more than puppets to Israel – just as virtually every elected American official is today.

Nothing has changed since 1967. For me, every day is June 8, 1967. Now – just like it was then – Israel rules America and the only thing that has changed has been the seasons.

The question is not whether or not Obama or the US Congress will get the message. They know what’s going on and are actively participating in Israel’s crimes.

Nor is the question whether or not the people of the world will get the message. They already have and they are doing something about it.

The question is, will the fat, lazy, ignorant Zionist-Bullshit fed American people ever get the message?

Not if the Washington Post gets its way.

Kicking Zionist Ass: The Movie

Instead of seeing the talentless Seth Rogen this Christmas, go to your local theaters and demand that they play this movie.  It’s way  better.  Really.