So this supposedly reformed UN Council on Human Rights, the one that John Bolton said wasn’t good enough, but Kofi Annan said was much better than the previous one? It just voted to condemn Israel in every single council session.

The new UN Human Rights Council voted Friday to make a review of alleged human rights abuses by Israel a permanent feature of every council session.

The resolution, which was sponsored by Islamic countries, was passed by a vote of 29-12, with five abstentions. It effectively revives a practice of the UN’s dissolved Human Rights Commission, which also reviewed alleged Israeli abuses every time it met.

Yes, that’s right: Every single time.

Arab and Muslim countries succeeded in obtaining the signatures of one-third of the 47 Council members in order to hold a special discussion on “human rights violations by Israel in the territories” during the Council’s first session.

In the temperamental discussion, the Arab and Muslim bloc proposed a resolution according to which the Council’s inspectors would prepare a report on the Israeli violations of human rights in the territories for the Council’s next session scheduled for September.

In addition, the Israeli violations issue will also be discussed on a permanent basis every time the Council convenes. The next sessions are expected in December and in March, but one-third of the members will be able to summon special discussions, as they did Friday.

So let’s see. The UN reforms are actually not reforms. There is no financial reform. There is no real reform of the Human Rights Commission, as this Council has already proven as corrupt and useless as the previous Commission. And Kofi Annan is counseling patience.

Yeah. Same-old, same-old. I wrote about the UN’s bias against Israel what, four years ago? The more things change….

Lawhawk wrote the post I’ve been meaning to write.

The media focus on the fate of Shalit fails to recognize the following:

1) the breach of the Israeli border along Gaza by Islamic terrorists with ties to Hamas with a 300 foot long tunnel;

2) in the ensuing battle, two Israeli soldiers were killed, and Shalit was captured;

3) the incessant missile and rocket attacks against Israel from Gaza by terrorist groups including Hamas, AAMB, PIJ, Fatah, and the PRCs;

4) the kidnapping and murder of at least one Israeli since Shalit was captured;

5) the ongoing refusal of Hamas to recognize Israel and continued calls for Israel’s destruction coming from both Hamas and Fatah;

Read the rest.

I am so stealing this for my podcast this week.

Say, New Yorkers: Get ready for even more annoying street people bothering you over the next month. The “Jews for Jesus” evangelists intend to be out in force during July, and they want—New York Jews.

NEW YORK - New York City, which some have called a microcosm of a Jewish universe, will be met with the most intensive evangelistic outreach to Jews in July.

“This will be one of the largest and most strategic outreaches to Jewish people in the history of the Jews For Jesus ministry,” said Susan Perlman, associate executive director for Jews For Jesus.

Jews for Jesus has gone out to the streets of New York, mainly Manhattan, for the past three decades in evangelistic efforts. But this summer’s outreach is “unique” to all preceding ones, according to Perlman.

I would so like to be a witness to one of these schmucks approaching a Hasidic Jew in New York.

“Jews for Jesus made a commitment … to have an evangelistic outreach that had an intensive evangelistic outreach with a follow-up component in every city in the world that had a Jewish population of 25,000 or more,” Perlman explained. “We were able to pinpoint 54 cities.”

Darn, and Richmond wasn’t one of them. I’m so bummed. I could use an exercise in illogic with a bunch of faux Jews.

And the Greater New York area, the “mother of American Judaism” as Dr. Gerhard Falk, author of numerous publications, labeled it, was left as the final region in the extensive effort called “Behold your God!” (Isaiah 40:9).

So if New York is the mother, who’s the father? Richmond? We have the one of the oldest Jewish cemeteries in the nation here. So who are the offspring? Chicago? Newark? (Okay, Newark is the child who left home as a teen and never came back, or anyway, moved to Livingston, Short Hills, and probably Teaneck. Yes, these are all NJ inside jokes.)

Kicking off on July 1, the outreach will have nine simultaneous campaigns running throughout the entire month, including specific outreaches to the Israelis, a speaking campaign to the large Russian Jewish community in Brooklyn, and a special emphasis in Westchester County. The organization that began in New York in 1975 had never done anything extensive throughout the five boroughs and other counties until this summer.

Wow, nine simultaneous campaigns. That’s like, more than eight! And they’re going to speak to the Russians! Not, like, I dunno, sign to them, or hand them pamphlets. And Westchester. Okay, let me indulge myself in a little bit of stereotyping here. Gonna love to hear the results of the Fake Jews for Jesus’ encounters with the Westchester Jewish American Princesses. I predict death, destruction, and many “Oy, veys!”

Also unique to this year’s New York campaign is involvement at an international level, with Jews for Jesus staff from all over the world, and domestic level.

“It’s a very international campaign,” Perlman commented. “It also involves lots of local churches, messianic congregations and individuals who want to lovingly and boldly bring the Gospel to Jewish people.”

To boldly go where no faux Jew has gone before! To seek out new Christians, and tell them they’re really Jewish! To have congregations that are 75% Christian and pretend that they’re really Jewish! Now that’s a mission.

On a personal level, Perlman said, “I’m a Jewish New Yorker. I heard the Gospel for the first time on the streets of Manhattan many years ago. It was foreign to me. I think most Jewish people think that Christianity is not for the Jewish people.

That would be because, gee, how do I put this: Christianity isn’t Jewish.

“There are those that are really curious and want to know more [of the Gospel] and then there are those who say … ‘It’s impossible. You can’t be Jewish and be a Christian at the same time.’ But we’re living examples of the fact that it is possible.”

Well, no, you’re living examples that you’re, well stupid. If you accept the divinity of Jesus, you are a Christian. Religiously, there is no such thing as a Christian Jew. You may have been born a Jew, but once you accept Jesus as God, your religion is no longer the religion of the Jewish people. Doesn’t matter how many times you say it, you’re still lying.

By the way, let me put aside all semblance of joking for a moment, and point something out. This evangelical outreach is not coming from Jews. It is coming from Christians. This puff piece is from The Christian Post, a Christian newspaper. The overwhelming majority of members of “Jews for Jesus” churches are Christian. The few people who were born Jews that they have do much of the outreach. And here, we have a site that describes “Jews for Jesus” as an abusive organization that misuses its people—much like any other cult.

I could go on and on about the faux Jews, but, well, I already did, several times. I will doubtless do so again. I really, really, really hate liars, and “Jews for Jesus” is nothing if not an organization of liars.

So Judith: Heads up. They’re coming for you.

The death of the “lion” of Baghdad has so affected Osama bin Laden, that he is writing poetry to the [not-so-]dearly departed.

In the tape, bin Laden effusively praised the Jordanian-born al-Zarqawi, often in rhyming couplets.

“Al-Zarqawi’s story will live forever with the stories of the nobles, so don’t cry over one who is not missing,” bin Laden said. “He can teach the world a lesson on how to seize freedom … and how to resist tyrants.”

And he can also teach the world to sing! In rhyming couplets!

But you never get the full story from the mainstream media. It takes bloggers to dig out the rest of the facts. We here at yourish.com can offer our readers the exclusive first drafts of the rhyming couplets. The ones that didn’t make the cut. I think you’ll understand why as you read them.

Abu, Abu
I really miss you

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Roses are red, violets are blue
Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, I really miss you

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There once was a man named Zarqawi
Who fought the infidels, and how-ee!

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Wake up, Abu, I think I got something to say to you
It’s almost summer and the kufir may be getting you soon

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Oh holy warrior, who chopped kufir head so well
Osama thinks you’re really, really swell!

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al-Zarqawi, my sweet Abu,
I wish I could quit you

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Just like that kufir Celine Dion
I have to say “My heart will go on.”
(But it really won’t.)

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Regarding the poor quality of the above rhyming couplets, I am inclined to believe that Iseema bin Laden is ghostwriting Osama’s speeches these days. I’m going to see if I can’t check with my sources to see if I can perhaps get Iseema to admit it.

On the other hand, if anyone out there thinks s/he can do better, feel free to leave more Osama love poetry in the comments. No graphic sexual content, please. This is a family-oriented site.

The diary of Iseema bin Laden was first published on December 4, 2001

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Editor’s note: The original entries in the diary of Iseema bin Laden were smuggled out of Afghanistan several weeks ago, through Pakistan, and then to a source in Saudi Arabia, rumored to be a brother of Iseema who once lost half a million dollars to him in a poker game. The hand-written entries have been verified and are definitely the work of Iseema Bin Laden. We are able to publish the excerpts and are working with our source to bring you more up-to-date entries, which we expect to arrive any day now. The problem is the Afghan version of Federal Express: traveling over the mountains via horseback. And that’s better than the Afghan Postal Service: donkeys.

A brief biography of Iseema: He is Osama bin Laden’s half-brother. They have the same father, different mothers, but apparently are nearly identical in appearance. They apparently also spent their youths in a similar fashion, although Osama is the elder of the two by about a decade. Iseema was attending Harvard University until shortly after the September 11th attacks, when his family sent a private plane to take all the bin Ladens home. Sources say that the family was unhappy with his young man’s behavior, particularly after having to pay for repairs on local hotel rooms after Iseema’s fraternity parties. Sources also report that the family was unhappy with Iseema’s reputation as a playboy.

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13 September 2001: On a plane back to Riyadh. The Patriarch must have forgotten to bribe the inspectors back home; not a drop of liquor on the plane. Fortunately I always have a supply with me; vodka mixes with anything. There are no female flight attendants. This is going to be a boring flight. Think I’ll catch up on my sleep, the Delta-Delta party was a rough one.

15 September 2001: The Patriarch’s idea of a sick joke, I suppose. After I fell asleep on the plane, nobody woke me up when we got to Riyadh. Instead of flying to Jidda, they put me on a plane to Pakistan, a thousand curses on that benighted nation. Worse still, when I got off the plane, some of Osama’s men met me and “escorted” me to the religious center of town. There armed mujahadeen put me in the back of a truck and we started driving into the mountains. I’m apparently headed to Afghanistan to talk to Osama. I don’t know why; he always hated the way I trailed after him like a puppy when he was back home being the young, rich playboy. Perhaps the Patriarch thinks I will get religion. More likely he thinks I will get killed by one side or the other.

They confiscated my Scotch, but I convinced them my vodka is water. The Taliban guards are not great thinkers. I have two of them believing that waterfalls never empty rivers because when everyone is asleep, the water travels back uphill when no one can see it. This might not be such a bad time, after all. One has to make the best of things.

18 September 2001: We are at one of Osama’s hidden camps. I’ve found out why I’m here. Osama is surrounding himself with look-alikes in case the Americans catch up with him. I curse the day I was born! Why couldn’t I look like my mother? May the fleas of a thousand camels infest his beard and the Patriarch’s.

No one knows quite yet what the Americans will do, but there is great eagerness for the battle. The Taliban is filled with idiots. When I try to explain to them the kind of weapons the Americans have, the mujahadeen simply laugh and say that Allah will defeat the infidel. Yes, he could, with an American army and American weaponry. I learned to keep my opinions to myself after Mullah Omar overheard me praising the Americans. His stare reminded me of Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal Lecter. That, and his guards’ access to and fondness for using whips, is giving me pause.

21 September 2001: If any day is worse than the others, it is the Sabbath day. Not only must we pray, but we must listen to Omar drone on and on about our mission from Allah and the destruction of the infidel. Worse still, he seems to always be looking at me during the sermons, and so I may not nod off. Yesterday he caught me kissing Azra, and had his men give me twenty stripes with the whip. I asked him why they didn’t beat Azra; he insisted that I was the one corrupting her. He’s hated me since I got here. I’d never seen the man before, how could I know who he was? It was sheer habit to ask the first man I saw to take my bags to my room.

28 September 2001: Pulled through.

3 October 2001: It’s getting pretty ripe in these caves. Between moving from cave to cave, the drought, and Osama’s lousy hygiene, the only thing good I can say about the burqa is thank Allah it covers up body odors. I can’t tell who smells worst, the mujahadeen, the horses, or the women. My money is on the mujahadeen. Oh, for a single stick of deodorant!

5 October 2001: Fell asleep during Omar’s sermon. Couldn’t help it. There are only so many times you can listen to him vilify America before you automatically tune it out. Woke up chained to a wall in a small, dark room. Well, at least it’s quiet here.

6 October 2001: Out of solitary. Stable duty. Wish I was back in solitary.

7 October 2001: The bombing started today. Mullah Omar kept “accidentally” running into me. I said nothing. Went to talk to Osama late in the evening; found a woman in his room, excused myself. The woman removed her veil; it was Osama. Apparently he likes to dress in women’s clothing to relax, and the American bombs were distressing him. “Tell no one or you die,” he said. Let me tell you, seeing Osama bin Laden in a burqa makes one want to die.

12 October 2001: Made it through Omar’s entire sermon. The look of disappointment on his face was worth it. Made the mistake of smiling on my way out of the room. Mucking out stables again tomorrow.

16 October 2001: Got into trouble again today. Damn those all-covering burqas! I saw Azra in a side tunnel and slid my hand across her behind. It turned out to be Amarah, who was grateful for the attention, but is one of the prime reasons the burqa should be implemented: Her face could stop a battleship. Send her out to do battle with the Americans and we’d beat them without another shot fired. Alas, I had to pretend it was her I wanted in the first place, else she’d have alerted the guards and Osama would have had me beaten again. Now I’ll probably have to marry her, unless the Americans find us first. They should color-code the burqas. Perhaps I can find a packet of Post-it notes in my baggage, if I could only find my suitcases. Then I could label the women with them. But no, Omar would realize it was I and have his men beat me again.

The real problem is these damned caves. You can’t exactly lose yourself in a crowd when you can’t be in a crowd. Oh, sure, we’ve got lots of corridors and some small rooms, but it’s not like the market in Riyadh, or even in Kabul. Kabul. You know I’ve sunk low when I’m wishing I was in a backwater like Kabul. Next thing you know I’ll be praying they move us to Kandahar or Jalalabad.

17 October 2001: O Allah, in the name of the Prophet, peace be upon him: Please let us move to Kandahar or Jalalabad! The American bombs are dropping nearer and nearer; I know I wasn’t born to die with my fundamentalist big brother. I have places to go, people to meet, women to marry! Not to mention I think Amarah is going to tell my brother I asked for her hand in marriage. It isn’t her hand I want, and it wasn’t marriage I was thinking of.

To be continued

A lonely voice of sanity in the insane world of MSM editors:

The Toronto conference of the United Church yesterday joined the Ontario division of the Canadian Union of Public Employees in calling for economic sanctions against Israel and a boycott of the Jewish state to protest its policies in the Palestinian territories.

Basically, both are calling on Canadians to choose sides in the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.

Fair enough. We choose Israel, which cannot be expected to negotiate with a Palestinian government led by Hamas, a terrorist group whose founding charter calls not only for the destruction of Israel, but for the annihilation of the Jewish people.

Further, we urge Prime Minister Stephen Harper to continue Canada’s sensible policy of refusing to recognize Hamas and denying it foreign aid until it unequivocally recognizes Israel’s right to exist and renounces terrorism.

Read the rest.

H/T: Charles.

Send the Sun a note of thanks. Hey, we send too many complaints, not enough kudos.

Look what was dragged out of the Palestinian Authority Interior Ministry building after the airstrike:

Burnt Korans! Oh no! The awfulness of this conflict!

Never mind the fact that no bodies were dragged out of it, since the airstrike was at night and after office hours… burnt Korans, that’s such a crime against humanity, you know.

Or all the priceless Christian artifacts burned or uses as toilet paper during the terrorist takeover of the Church of the Nativity.

Because it’s okay for Muslims to crap all over Bibles, but a little scorch-mark on a run-of-the-mill cheaply-bound Koran left in an office building constructed without basic fire codes… that’s a horrific crime!

The body count of the IDF operation in Gaza has risen to three, all terrorists. A PIJ slimeball was killed as he tried to shoot rockets at the IDF, which makes him a battle casualty.

Funny how the world is so quick to go after Israel on the pretense that there will be a horrible humanitarian crisis and a gazillion civilian casualties, and yet, the only death as a result of the IDF invasion so far is an enemy combatant.

Of course, there is also the death of Eliyahu Asheri, the 18-year-old boy who was kidnapped and murdered by the PRC before the IDF stuck so much as a toe over the Gaza border. Not that the world cares overmuch. He was just a “settler.”

Expect more whining when this plan comes to fruition (and approval):

Prime Minister Ehud Olmert on Thursday rejected a proposal by Defense Minister Amir Peretz and the Israel Defense Forces for a ground operation in the northern Gaza Strip against the ongoing Qassam rocket fire.

Olmert demanded that they present him with an approved operational plan.

According to government sources, the operation, which will target Beit Hanun, will take place, but Olmert wants the operation to be “prolonged and exhausting,” and did not believe that the plan he was shown fit the bill.

Isn’t it amazing that the world is so up in arms about an operation that has killed only one person so far, and that person was a combatant trying to kill Israeli soldiers?

Well, no, not when you take into account Israel Derangement Syndrome (but that’s a topic for another day, or podcast).

Humanitarian crisis alert: Toldja so.

Gaza is three days away from a deadly humanitarian crisis unless Israel promptly restores fuel and electricity to the densely populated area after its offensive to free an abducted soldier, the United Nations aid chief warned on Thursday.

So, with all these tanks, mortars, and missiles going off, is anyone in Gaza dead yet?

Israeli warplanes struck more than a dozen times in Gaza in the hours after midnight, hitting the Palestinian Interior Ministry and a Fatah office in Gaza city, as well as a Hamas training camp in the city’s outskirts.

Israel Air Force aircraft early Friday struck the Palestinian Interior Ministry in Gaza City, Palestinian witnesses said, setting it on fire.

Palestinian hospital officials said a 5-year-old girl was wounded in an Israeli air strike in northern Gaza early Friday, the first casualty in more than two days of military action. Doctors said her condition was not serious.

But—but—I don’t understand! What about the humongous civilian casualty toll? Where are the bodies? WHERE ARE THE BODIES?!!?!?

Thousands gather to mourn teenage terror victim Eliyahu Asheri

Oh. That’s right. The only death so far has been an Israeli boy. Yes, boy. Child. Eighteen-year-old Eliyahu, which would be Elijah in English. Not a settler. A boy. Complete with baby fat, uncertainty, hopes, dreams, and a life ahead of him. Cut short by terrorists who kidnapped him and put a bullet in his brain within the hour, then held out his identity card and pretended he was alive and they were going to kill him, knowing full well they already had.

But nobody cares about Eliyahu, because he is a “settler.” Via Israellycool, Eliyahu’s mother said this:

Hours after she was notified of her son’s death, Miriam told Israel Radio, “The pain is great, almost too great to bear. But one thing I feel, despite all this…is that in the wake of disagreements between our brethren, with our different worldviews and different relationships to the land of Israel that creates a lot of conflict, a lot of anger, a lot of argument - many times, I’ve asked G-d that he should first of all grant me love for everyone in my heart, and … that He should show me the special quality of the nation of Israel, and that I should succeed - that we should all succeed in loving each other…truly from the heart.”

The difference between us and them: We love life, whereas they love death. They tell us this is our weakness. They are wrong. This is our strength. Miriam Asheri is an amazing woman.