Asshole Very Fat

In case you have been living under a rock to avoid a smart bomb (like many terrorists these days), the leader of the PLO, Yasser Arafat, has died in a French hospital. Hallelujah! It would have been much better if he had died at the hands of an Iraeli firing squad or at the end of a hangman's noose, but dead is dead. Some may think that celebrating the death of such a famous "freedom fighter" is low-class and shows lack of "sensitivity", but hey, I celebrated when I was in Iraq and we heard that Usay and Qusay had been killed and I'll celebrate when Saddam is executed, when Osama meets Allah thanks to US smart bombs and when any other terrorist in the world is sent to burn in hell for his crimes. To paraphrase a saying from the 1800's, "the only good terrorist is a dead terrorist."

As for what this will mean for the Israelis and Palestinians, if this was the World Cup final soccer game, the score would be Israel 1 (Arafat own-goal), Palestinians 0, and things aren't looking good for the Palestinians right now. Israel has been awarded a free-kick at the Palestinian 11 meter line and the Palestinian goalkeeper, Arafat, has been given the permanent red-card for being a lying terrorist. In the same way that the islamic world celebrated when the Twin Towers came crashing down to show the West just what they thought of us, Israeli should declare a national day of celebration to show the Palestinians and the rest of the "Arab Street" just what they think of them.

Some think that the death of Asshole Very Fat will allow the Israelis and Palestinians to "negociate" a "resolution" to their conflict. Well, I think the Israelis are telling the Palistinians that they have their resolution "right here." Israel is in the driver's seat and, thanks to old Yasser, the best that the Palestinians can hope for is that when the Israelis bend them over, they don't get screwed too bad.