I imagine a gang of uncomfortable rookie cops in some half-dark cafeteria multipurpose room like boys in sex ed while an orientation officer exhorts them to pay close attention before firing up the reel-to-reel and running a grainy version of The Third Jihad. No, really.
The thing was produced by the Clarion Fund, a crackpot propaganda arm of the crazed Jews who run Aish HaTorah (Fire of the Torah, no really), an institution dedicated to a particularly aggressive brand of Zionism. The Clarion Fund is pretty hysterical; it seems mostly to produce pornography for American Christian Zionists; its 990 filings are a gas:
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
I love that phrase: "adequately conveying the reality" . . . I think that might become my drag name one day.
Having been raised in the Jewish faith, I retain a sentimental soft spot for the religion . . . if you can get over The Prayer for the State of Israel that's wormed its way into the service, the high holy day liturgies are really quite lovely . . . my long-lapsed Catholic father even enjoys them, in keeping with his dictum that he enjoys all religions carried out in languages he can't understand. Saturday mornings still recall for me pretty fond memories of preparing for my own Bar Mitzvah, and I do still celebrate a raucous Passover; you can't beat the Seder as a festival meal.
But good god, I hate Jews. I hate this Israel shit. It drives me absolutely batty. This preening, violent desire for a damned national identity, this ragged, atavistic, vicious rejection of exile, and the unforgivable, unspeakable treatment of the Holocaust not so much as a sorrow but as a collective embarrassment . . . oh, watch us pay lip service to the magnitude of our catastrophe while uttering a pugilistic "never again" like a skinny kid who got knocked down by a bully at recess. Well the bully got killed when he was run over by a drunk Russian, so let's pick on some even smaller kid, some little faggot, in a demonstration of compensatory toughness. Oh, and it helps that our big brother is the biggest kid in school.
Anyway, there is a majestically kooky symmetry to the whole thing: a bunch of Israeli nuts producing cryptoeugenic hit job videos which are in turn aired as continuing ed for a gang of New York cops who aspire to get out of the frisking random nigger business and in on the next bad action movie plot.