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When British war correspondent Edward Behr overheard a BBC reporter yell has “Anyone here been raped and speak English?” at a group of nuns being airlifted out of the newly liberated Zaire, it inspired the title of his delightful autobiography, which is full of the sorts of quips, anecdotes and yarns such salt of the earth charlatans teem with. Such a funny man!

Irish gigolo Peadar O’Donnell, who was living the easy life just outside of Barcelona, when the Spanish Civil War erupted, was cut from the same depraved cloth. Salud, his screed about his time whoring about Barcelona at the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War, is, far and away, the sickest and most depraved book ever to see ink. O’Donnell not only orgasms at the wanton torching of churches and his buddies forcing kids to defecate on church vestments, but he excuses it by referencing similar events he imagined happened in the fictional Ireland of his pampered youth. Looting his way into Barcelona with a bunch of anarchists, O’Donnell stops to watch “fascists” being summarily executed and he rejoices at convents being sacked and eloquent idiots like himself sending illiterate women to wanton deaths. He excuses his anarchist buddies’ war crimes by lying that priests are all narcissistic, money-grabbing pigs and he then chortles that there might be something wrong with his moral compass. This gigolo finds it hilarious that sixty captured Little Sisters of the Poor nuns were cowering “like wild animals” as this animal puts it, in the hold of a coal boat and he claims he knows of priceless heirlooms being stored in their convents. On p152, he scoffs at Irish politicians who “made the issue very simple. You were either in favour of burning churches and all that or you were against burning churches and all that” even though that alone is a far more incisive analysis than his own puke-inducing screed, which helped to popularise the war crimes his cronies committed against the Spanish people during those years.

His comradeship of heroes put the parish priest of Navalmoral through a parody of Christ’s Crucifixion. They murdered the Bishop of Jaén, Manuel Basulto y Jiménez, and his sister in front of a two thousand-strong mob O’Donnell swears were the salt of the earth. They threw the parish priest of Ciempozuelos into a corral with fighting bulls, where he was gored into unconsciousness. Afterwards, the priest’s right ear was sliced off to imitate the feat of a matador after a successful bullfight. The bishops of Siguenza Lleida, Cuenca, Barbastro, Segorbe, Jaén, Ciudad Real, Almeria, Guadix, Barcelona, Teruel and Tarragona were among the victims of O’Donnell’s comradeship of heroes. So too were 4,172 diocesan priests, 2,364 monks and friars, 259 Claretians, 226 Franciscans, 204 Piarists, 176 Brothers of Mary, 165 Christian Brothers, 155 Augustinians, 132 Dominicans, and 114 Jesuits. In Barbastro, 88% of all priests were killed, in Lleida, 66%, in Tortosa, 44%, in Toledo 49%, in Malaga 50%.

Though I hope to shortly return to the killing fields of Spain and the Congo, for now, let me say that much worse than even all that is playing out in Syria, where Sunni students have driven their fellow Druze, Alawi and Christian students from their campuses, where Alawi girls are being sold into sex slavery, where Shia, Ismaili and Christian traders are being driven at gun point from their shops and workshops in al-Midan, al-Buzuriyah, and especially al-Hamidiyah that have been in their families’ hands since Ottoman times and where the secular Syrian Sunnis I remain in contact with remind me of the secular, humanist narrator in Doctor Faustus, which is set in Nazi Germany in the period prior to and during the Second World war.

Though Doctor Faustus is, of course, in part based on Faust, the classic German/European legend where the protagonist barters his soul to the devil, that Satanic trade continues to this day in Syria and in Europe, where Macron, the leader of the French puppet state, rolled out the red carpet for Jolani, who is Syria’s butcher in chief and who had a $10 million NATO bounty on his head up to only a few days ago.

All this is rather funny, in the sense that gang rapes in Zaire and Spain were/are funny. Here is the French puppet state, who issued all sorts of legal threats against Assad, whose Caesar sanctions starved Syrians into bondage and who is now glad handling Jolani like he is another conquering Caesar, rather than the revolting war criminal that he and all like him are. But, of course, the original Caesar was another war criminal, whose Gallic Wars paper over his own Gallic genocide campaigns, so maybe there is nothing new under the Gallic sun.

Did I mention the Caesar sanctions, otherwise known as the Caesar Syria Civilian Protection Act, which NATO enacted on the word of a proven, serial Muslim Brotherhood liar?

Simple question. How are Syria’s civilians being protected today? Simple answer: those being gang raped, impoverished and murdered are not doing not too well and that is all the fault of the likes of Macron, who sold what passes for his soul to Syria’s head choppers so his paymasters could get to run Syria’s coastal ports.

Meanwhile, according to this New York Times report, Eric and Donald Trump Jnr are raking in billions of dollars from their new ventures, which include “a luxury hotel in Dubai, a second high-end residential tower in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, two cryptocurrency ventures based in the United States and a new golf course and villa complex in Qatar.”

Not that the French and the Trumps are war’s only winners, as Googles tells us that Ukraine, much like Idlib’s Caliphate, is minting millionaires by the new time. But sadly, not for thee or me, because we are not architects of the Syrian Caliphate and nor are we NATO’s current crop of Lord Haw-Haws.

I have met plenty of Syrian women who have been gang raped and speak English and I have met many others, who are too traumatised to speak. They are not a story. They are as much victims of NATO’s criminality as much as were the millions who died at the Wehrmacht’s hands were victims, who demand justice.

One problem with me or others trying to give them even a beaker of justice is the British regime will terrorise and even incarcerate me for hurting the feelings of the Muslim Brotherhood head choppers. Hate speech, these hypocrites call it. But then, at day’s end, it is not up to me to hold aloft the flag of European and American righteousness. That is the job of esteemed outfits like the International Criminal Court, which is too busy rounding up Africans and Asians, who stand in NATO’s way, to do the right thing, to do in fact anything, on Syria, Libya, Ukraine or anywhere else. Though they too are funny bunnies, the joke is lost on the Syrians, who are at the business end of war criminal Jolani’s collaborators.

But let’s cut the jokes, the quips and the one liners. If being pack raped and speaking English was newsworthy, then the Western media, together with what passes for Western justice, would highlight the plight of Syria’s Alawite women, whose hell is “just” a rerun of what the same NATO backed savages did to the Yazidi and many others, who must lick their wounds in private and in silence, just as Korea’s comfort women had to when “victory” was won,

Macron is not the only NATO cretin, who colludes with the devil. NATO’s entire structure, from top to toe, is based on that and there are millions of broken and shattered lives across the Levant, throughout Africa, in Ukraine and anywhere else we care to look that attest to that. Although we can copy the navel gazing narrator in Mann’s Doctor Faustus and say that tackling the ravages of Hitler, Macron, Zelensky and Jolani are not our priority, unless we make these issues and finding solutions to them our business, then we too are as complicit as Macron, Jolani and any rapacious, throat slitting Banderite ever was and, whatever about the glorified shoeshine boys of the International Criminal Court, I, for one, can’t think of a more damning indictment that that.