Zionism is AntiAmerica, WE ARE NOT THEM

"The poet is probably the man who senses what had been in order to predict what will be. Thus, he doesn't really suffer, he merely remembers; and he doesn't do anything because he first has to predict it."
[The Human Province, Elias Canetti, 1973, English Edition, 1978, Sec. "1942“]

"I should say that he was an old fashioned man in his respect for the Constitution and his faith in the permanence of this Union. Slavery he deemed to be wholly opposed to these and he was its determined foe."
[Echoes of Harper's Ferry, James Redpath, 1860, Ch. 1: "A Plea for John Brown", Lecture by Henry D. Thoreau]

"If it were really the case that [*Wo]men could be deprived of their natural rights so utterly as never to have any further influence on [*political] affairs, expect with the permission of the holders of sovereign right, it would then be possible  to maintain with impunity the most violent tyranny, which, I suppose, not one would for an instant admit."
[The Chief Works of Benedict de Spinoza, Vol. 1, translated/intro by R.H.M. Elwes, 1951, Theologico-political Treatise, Ch. XVII, Of The Hebrew Theocracy] [*brackets added by Tim Caffery, 2019]

"For every genius you cite whose greatness seems to have sprung from a neurosis, I will undertake to cite similar acts of greatness without neurosis. Turn it around and I'll agree. A man with a touch of genius will be so likely to attack existing institutions that he'll be called unbalanced or neurotic. the only geniuses produced by the chaos of society are those who do something about it." Frazier paused, and i wondered if he were thinking of himself. "Chaos breeds geniuses. It offers man something to be genius about."
[Walden Two, B.F. Skinner, 1948, Ch. 15]

"THE TOUCHSTONE.
A MAN there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand,
And tested all things in the land
By its unerring spell.

A thousand transformations rose,
From fair to foul, from foul to fair;
The golden crown he did not share,
Nor scorn the beggar's clothes.

Of heirloom jewels, prized so much,
Were many changed to chips and clods,
And even statues of the gods
Crumbled beneath its touch.

Then angrily the people cried,
"The loss outweighs the profit far,
Our goods suffice us as they are,
We will not have them tried."

But since they could not so avail
To check his unrelenting quest,
They seized him, saying, "Let him test
How real is our jail."

But though they slew him with their swords, And in the fire the Touchstone burned,-
Its doings could not be o'erturned,
Its undoings restored.

And when, to stop all future harm,
They strewed his ashes to the breeze,
They little guessed each grain of these, Conveyed the perfect charm."
- William Allingham
[Echoes of Harper's Ferry, James Redpath, 1860]