Jerusalem’s Motto: I will pay you to ravage me.

Every time I hear our government has agreed to another cease fire, I die a little bit. I feel it. My spirit drops, my mood dims and my thoughts darken. Why are we agreeing to allow Hamas to continue? Why do we need a cease fire? Isn’t a cease fire nothing more than a time out? Here’s a good idea: Let’s demand a surrender instead. Let’s take all their weapons and destroy their military infrastructure. Jerusalem is behaving like an abused child, willing to give all it has in order to be liked. Hamas hates us and wants to kill us, all of us, and take over Israel altogether. We say to Hamas, ‘But why? What have we done to you? Please don’t hurt us.’ They use all their strength to make us bleed, hoping to open an artery that will cause us to bleed out. We protect ourselves with the Iron Dome System and we destroy tunnels we supposedly knew about for years, yet we are careful not to hurt anyone. Heaven forbid if we hurt the civilians they hide behind. Our main goal is to always appear to be the nice girl. We want and need the nations to like us, no matter what; and we’ll pay whatever it costs to get their approval. Look at what we do with Hamas: we only respond to its behavior, which means they control the game. They cry for a cease fire, so we stop. They break the cease fire so we respond again. We don’t diminish their weaponry, obviously. We don’t destroy all their missile launching trucks, obviously. When they stop, we stop. We wait a day, a week, a month, a year or more, doing nothing until they do something first. Like a wanton whore, we spread our legs and wait for them to give us more so we can show the world how nice we are. They engage in us while slicing us all over our body, all our parts are bloody and wounded, yet we do nothing to stop the ravaging. We don’t yell, ENOUGH! Instead, we wait until they’re done with us, however long it takes, then hope they won’t do it again.

There is a line of ravagers outside our doors, waiting for us to open up to them all, one at a time or all at once, our response is the same. We let them have us and hurt us and then hope they won’t do it again. We look to the world for sympathy. ‘Look how they hurt us but we didn’t hurt them as much as they hurt us. Do you like us now? Are we good enough now?’

Unlike the normal whore, who gets paid for her services, Jerusalem pays its customers with concessions for abusing her. She can’t get enough. She’s sick, desperately sick. She not only pays her clients, she blindly obeys her pimp, the one who tells her who is going to abuse her next. Strangely, her pimp is always the US Secretary of State, who is always a member of the Council of Foreign Relations. No matter who the US president is, the pimp is of the same ilk, at least since WWII. All Israeli leaders, when they reach a certain level of influence, are invited to the pimp’s place where they receive the explanation of the rules. If they don’t want to accept the rules of playing the whore, they can’t rise in politics.

If we were a flock of sheep and our leaders were our shepherds, they would not be leading us to green pastures where we can abide in safety. Rather, they would be maintaining us in pens in order to feed of us. They aren’t concerned with our well-being but with their own prowess. Once elected, the leaders are more concerned with how Israel looks to the nations than how the folk are doing at home. This is the disease of Israel, always striving to be like, and be liked by, the nations.

I’m afraid for Israel’s future. If she doesn’t change, one day she’ll wake up and see that Jerusalem has been declared the Capital City of the World. All nations will have their way with her. It won’t be a Jewish City at all.