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Or, to use an embittered proverb my grandmother used to mutter at the evening news, “They asked the Pharaoh, ‘Who made you a pharaoh?’ He replied, ‘no one stopped me.’”

-to indulge in guilt. But it is an unproductive sentiment, it does not start revolutions. Guilt, imposes itself like a nagging cavity, you are acutely aware of its presence but you continue to shovel the same sweets into your mouth, until your teeth rot. Until you self-destruct.

"After they burned my homeland, my friends and youth.. how can my poems not turn into guns?" - Palestinian Poet Rashid Hussein

"... and we have seen God employed as a real estate agent, bestowing Jerusalem houses to Brooklynites."

DEAR PRESIDENT OBAMA, I'm 14 ..."These were the 1st words in an letter I was asked to write to Obama. (I don't usually try to contact war criminals, but when I do, I make sure that, at the very least,they are recipients of the Nobel Peace Prize.) When Barack Hussein Obama first came to power, people had hope, for obvious reasons.

(Obama responded to me, by offering the Israeli regime $38 billion in military funding