Whatever its other faults, Deuteronomy 12:3 not only spells out Israel’s attitude to the holy sites of Christendom but those of their Turkish, Kurdish and ISIS allies as well.
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Break down their altars, smash their sacred stones and burn their Asherah poles in the fire; cut down the idols of their gods and wipe out their names from those places. Deuteronomy 12:3
Whatever its other faults, Deuteronomy 12:3 not only spells out Israel’s attitude to the holy sites of Christendom but those of their Turkish, Kurdish and ISIS allies as well. At the time of writing, Israeli colonialists have repeatedly sacked Taybeh, the last Christian village on the Palestinian West Bank and Syria’s Christians, together with their Druze, Alawi and Shia compatriots, live under the constant shadow of death and fates, such as gang rape, arguably worse than death as well.
One of my happiest Syrian memories was being in Saidnaya for the Feast of the Blessed Virgin Mary, which the locals celebrate with much fanfare on 8th September, and seeing the Orthodox nuns and marching bands parade through the town, as their relatives have done since time immemorial. Speaking to His Holiness Patriarch Mor Ignatius Aphrem II, the supreme pontiff of the Syriac Orthodox Church, I told him how a young girl, who could not have been more than 4 years of age, carried an icon of the Virgin full above her head for the entire route of the procession, and a young boy, not much older than her, had banged his toy drum in the company of other drummers, much older and noisier than him. Though I still see their faces in my mind’s eye, I also see the mothers, grandmothers and infants in swaddling clothes, all beaming down at them as they marched past in their finery.
Now that the ISIS proxies of Israel and Turkey control Saidnaya, it is likely that all such displays of Christian fidelity will be no more and that the nuns, the young mothers and the babes in swaddling clothes will each be gang raped in turn. As it was in Idlib, so also, most likely, will it be in Saidnaya, which had so valiantly resisted the encroachments of these savages for nigh on an entire decade.
If we move on 25km, we come to the fabled town of Maaloula, which speaks the Aramaic language Jesus spoke, a trait the BBC crooned about until their ISIS buddies overran it in 2013. As Syria is now liberated, Maaloula has been plunged further into the deepest recesses of hell and, having visited the town many times and spoken to the residents NATO’s finest had gang raped, I hold out no hope for them. Their monasteries looted and their young men murdered, they are doomed and there will be no Aves, requiems or even simple memorials to them.
What can we say about Sham, about fabled Damascus, except there are pickings galore there to loot and women in abundance to sell into sexual slavery? No doubt Jolani, his partners in crime and their buddies in the auction houses of New York and London will tell us how much each of the precious relics they are looting will fetch. It will make great Reality TV.
Before leaving majestic Syria, Palmyra and her other ravished sites behind, let us salute the Armenians who saw their museums and holy sites in Deir Ezzor reduced to ashes and the memories of their Holocaust erased for all, except for us, the faithful.
Now let us go to Zion, to the Holy City of Jerusalem and its Western Wall, its Al-Aqsa mosque and its Church of the Holy Sepulchre, all of which I have visited. Though I mention the Western Wall, please note that the Pretender to the Peacock Throne, the self-styled Shah of Iran, visited the Western Wall but did not bother popping his perfumed posterior into the adjacent mosque, even though it is the third holiest site in Islam and he aspires to be NATO’s head cook and bottle washer lording over Iran 90+ million Iranian Muslims.
If visiting mosques is the yardstick, then it seems I would make a much better Shah than that bum, for I also visited the Zeinab Shrine in Sham, which had been subjected to multiple sucide bomb attacks by Syria’s new rulers as part of their NATO endorsed liberation struggle. Though I have also visited Hebron’s Ibrahami mosque (don’t mention the mass slaughter of Muslims there) as well as Hebron’s Russian monastery (and the Russian cathedral in Zion, where lieth the remains of Princess Alice), none of that impressed me as much as the spot on the Jordan River, where John the Baptist (whose grave I visited in Sham) baptised Jesus and which, on that account, is sacred to both Mandaeans and Christians.
Man, is that a blast! You pull into the car park and pass Israelis on either side of the road picnicking between the ruined churches like the morally headless stray dogs that they are. You then proceed down to the heavily mined Jordan River, which is now only a trickle because the Israelis further upstream have robbed all the water, just like they have everywhere else on the West Bank and now in all of southern Syria as well.
Staring over into the Promised Land (Jordan), you see all their fine churches, the Jordanians not having torched theirs as the Israelis have and then you make your way to the souvenir shop to pick up some trinkets for your Mandaean and Christian buddies back home. The problem with that is there is nothing there of interest to them, only t-shirts, mugs and toy rifles extolling Mossad, the Israeli Defence Forces and the links between Israel and its junior American partner. It seems, as far as the souvenir shop and Israel is concerned, the Christians and the Mandaeans do not exist and perhaps that explains the various genocides they and those allied to them have recently suffered.
And ditto the Muslims. Driving from Taybeh to Haifa, you see all these mosques, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, unless one looks at the cactus plants, which expose Israel’s ethnic cleansing exploits of days gone by. Prior to 1948, Palestinians used rows of cactus plants to divide one household from the other and those cactus plants, together with the detailed land titles the Turks still hold, show that Palestine was and, legally still is, the land of the ethnically cleansed Palestinians and not the American, Aussie, Irish, South African and sundry other Jewish bums who have rocked up there over the last 80 or so years.
Soon, all there will be is the memory, hazy notions of a long lost era when the Christians of Taybeh could go to Zion to have their children baptised in what was once the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. As for now, all that remains are bait and switch Zionist operations like this, which get Christians to pay good money to “walk where Jesus walked”, but which instead get them to waddle along like ducklings where Israel wants them to waddle, as ignorant of and oblivious to the history of the living and dead Christians and Mandaeans of the Holy Land, as they are of the Golgotha that is their present lot, which they share with those Ukrainians,who follow the rites their ancestors followed and who read Pushkin, Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky, just as their great grandfathers and great grandmothers did.
Perhaps I have got the wrong end of the stick in all this and the answer lies not in letting Yezidis, Alawites, Druze and Russian Orthodox Christians be. Perhaps former British Prime MInister Bojo Johnson is right and we should build virtual Palmyras and St Petersburgs in some rundown British coal mining town or other and pretend that all of NATO’s war crimes committed in Greater Syria and Greater Russia were necessary evils or, better still, never happened. Though I can do that as well as Bojo or any other NATO hypocrite, it is much too much to ask of those I know in Syria and Palestne, who tell me things no one should ever hear and no Russian. Palestinian or Syrian should ever have had to endure. Ora pro nobis.
