I AM A ZIONIST, THEREFORE I REBEL.

What the fuck is up with those orange freaks with their greasy sub-machines?

Jesus, they're such a turnoff. And they actually think they're the salvation of Israel.

Come on, as if some bearded freaks with plastic bracelets are gonna help.  Not much.
When will they get it's the international consensus that counts, and they do not make it seem pretty?
I have other points, but lets cut political crap.  I myself have been to the army, stayed for weeks at the Gaza Strip, West Bank and the rest of the mined zones.  I've ridden a horse right through Rafiah and a jeep right through Shechem, alone.  Just for the heck of it.

Point is, some hairy dudes with yellowed tzitzit and lame Hebrew come marching through the land as if they're heaven incarnate, with guitars twanging Black Sabbath and Chinese beers since we don't drink possible Muslim content.
Where did the good times go, when Metal was the Satan's music, and Karlebachs were rebels?

Months ago, my friend brought me one of those Gush Katif orange hoods.
I tried it on, and asked him where is the nearest empty nameless hilltop I could settle on.
Not because I am what I wear, but because that sweater was huge. You should have seen that bright tent.  With a chimney up the hood and sniper-fissures at the sleeves customized especially for AK-47s.

Also, with all that Gushka Shlita excitement, there's the girl bonus.  They get intimate with chicks for the first time, since they 'share ideals', or 'communicate a zeal' and that sort of crap.
This dude once went to one of those settler 'zoolah' dugouts, to chill and shit.
'Zoolah' just means any shithole dark enough, hookah-stinking enough with apple and mint and peach and other gay stenches, with some pillows and a great ATMOSPHERE, where everyone dozily agrees Sharon's a bastard.
Anyway, he found himself for the first time in his life sitting next to a girl.  He checked her out.  Fine, very fine.  Nice hair, sweet mouth, smooth legs.  Err.
'Hey,' he told her, 'You missed a line,' pointing at some hairy portion on her calf.
Not to mention, he was shot, hung over some burnt Arab village, to warn all infidel Muslims as to their fate dare they be impolite Middle-Easterners.

Anyway, so much for their Wild-Middle-East side effects, their major heroic acts like killing their kids by having Arabs shoot at them, and stuff.  I just have a problem with those strength bracelets.  Here's my take.

To those hard of hearing: "Die Kvar" ['Enough Already', Heb]