I got some very good news after my very bad drive back on Friday: Noted Israel-hater and ex-Jew Norm Finkelstein was denied tenure at DePaul University.

Can we have an “amen!” please?

Holocaust industry my ass.

If we keep this up, soon the average college will have to change its Middle East studies program to reflect, gee, the truth.

And in the distance, the sound of the world’s smallest violin is heard.

What if they threw a protest, and nobody came (part 2)? (Part one is here.)

Hamas Prime Minister Ismail Haniyeh addressed around 2,000 pro-Palestinian protesters gathered in Trafalgar Square in central London via satellite on Saturday, who were using the 40th anniversary of the Six Day War to demonstrate against Israel and call for the end of the occupation.

The protest, which had been in the planning stages since the beginning of the year, had hoped to attract some 10,000, however.

That’s the good news. The bad news is that this was yet another step in the continuing process to delegitimize the state of Israel. That’s what the boycotts are all about—ultimately, the boycotters are trying to delegitimize Israel, their ultimate goal being the end of the Jewish State.

The good news is that I don’t see that happening, what with our having to answer to a Higher Authority, who seems to like us more than a little.

Tig and Gracie decided to make my morning about as thoroughly unpleasant as possible. I am habitually weak in the stomach in the morning, as my stomach tends to wake up hours after I do. So I can’t deal with disgusting things in the morning.

This morning, I wondered out loud where Tigger was. On cue, he trots happily up to the back door. With a dead bird in his mouth. Mere moments before I was going to sit and eat my breakfast. And he wants me to let him in.

Not. Gonna. Happen.

So now I have to take dead bird away, and when I do, and put it in about seventeen layers of plastic grocery bag (15 to pick it up, two to make sure it doesn’t break through the bag), Tig starts running around looking for it, so I have to show it to him so he won’t drive me crazy. “See? Dead bird. Good cat. Ugh.”

It was my third clean-up of the morning. I will not go into detail about the others, except to say: Grass. Grazing cats. Plus breakfast.

Sigh.

Tig better watch out. He’s already got an arrest warrant out for him. So far, the score is: Tig 3, birds 1. (I helped one get away.)

The latest edition of Haveil Havalim, number 120, is up. Wow, that’s like, ten dozen.

Lots of stuff on the Six Day war there, too. Go have a look.