Posted: 15 Nov 2016 04:18 PM PST
On the anniversary of
his death, it is important that we remember Yasser Arafat (8 or 9 other
names, including the ubiquitous Mohammed, may be added as needed) as a
murderer, a liar and a thief.
Twelve
years ago, Arafat, the Egyptian terrorist leader who founded an imaginary
country on mass murder and our foreign aid, died covered in his own vomit and
diarrhea. The possible causes of death, in order of probability, were AIDS,
according to his private doctor and the head of the PFLP terror group, an
Israeli laser, according to the Palestinian ambassador to Sri Lanka, thallium
poisoning by Israel, polonium poisoning by his Palestinian rivals and the
trained ape from Poe’s Murders in the Rue Morgue.
The investigation into Arafat’s death went on for over a decade and dragged
in the Institut de Radiophysique in Switzerland, Russia’s Federal
Medical-Biological Agency and a mysteriously nameless team of French experts.
Arafat’s “temporary” mausoleum, a building that looks like a Florida motel
outhouse built on a giant scale, was rummaged and his rotting remains were
poked over by three international teams who could agree on nothing except
that the dead terrorist was probably dead.
Probably. It was hard to tell if Arafat was alive even back when he was still
breathing and ranting.
After
a decade of the minions of the occupying Muslim terror regime in Ramallah
accusing each other, and occasionally the Jews with their lasers, the Arafat
Museum has finally debuted the centerpiece of its exhibit, the dead Egyptian
terrorist’s bedroom. Last month the museum managed to wrest Arafat’s Nobel
Peace Prize from Hamas without anyone being dragged behind a motorcycle or
thrown off a building. This marked a major improvement in relations between
the two aspiring Palestinian terror states. If that doesn’t merit handing out
more peace prizes to everyone involved, what would?
When Hamas seized Gaza, they looted Arafat’s headquarters and stole
everything. They stole Arafat’s fake military uniforms. They took his wife’s
Christian Louboutin shoes which go for $675 at Saks Fifth Avenue. They took
all the furniture. They even pried the tiles out of the walls and stole all
his pipes.
And they took his Nobel Peace Prize.
According to Arafat’s nephew, some of the loot wound up in the bazaars of
Gaza where the cycle of theft inherent in the Palestinian Authority
continued.
Hamas is an arm of the Muslim Brotherhood and Arafat was a former Muslim
Brotherhood man. And yet his former Brothers sold his pants and schmattas in
the streets of Gaza only a few years after he was laid low by a polonium AIDS
laser. If you can’t trust a Muslim Brother not to pawn your Nobel Peace Prize
in exchange for a lightly stained area rug and an unlocked iPhone, whom can
you trust?
The bankrupt Palestinian Authority, which is always begging for foreign aid,
will see the opening of the pricey 28,000 square feet Arafat Museum. Visitors
will be able to view his gun and what the Associated Press touchingly
describes as “the small bedroom where their longtime leader Yasser Arafat spent
his final years” with “only a single bed and small closet that barely holds
four suits”.
Only four suits. It’s almost enough to make you weep. The other suits must
have been stolen by
Hamas.
In
real life, Arafat’s wealth was estimated at between $1 and $1.3 billion. At
his peak, it might have been as high as $3 billion. His fashionable wife
lived in Paris on a $100,000 a month allowance. Her personal refugee camp was
located in a 19 room suite at the five-star Bristol Hotel. It’s unknown if
UNRWA aid workers brought her caviar and champagne or if that indignity fell
to the hotel staff.
Arafat wasn’t just good to his wife. He was also good to Bill Clinton’s wife.
Arafat presented Hillary with gold and diamond necklaces, bracelets and
earrings. Like the Bristol, Hillary’s diamonds and every act of racist mass
murder perpetrated by Arafat’s terrorists was paid for by American taxpayers.
The Muslim settlers occupying ’67 Israel might have enjoyed a tour of the
Bristol far more than a shrine that pretends Arafat wasn’t a billionaire who
got ridiculously rich off his killing sprees. The “humble” bedroom is part of
a museum, which also looks like a Florida motel, whose costs were estimated
at $15 million and has been underway in some form or another since 2008.
Back
when Mahmoud Abbas, Arafat’s successor, broke ground on it, it was supposed
to take 18 months. But there’s usually more money to be made in not doing
things in the West Bank than in doing them. And no one seems to be able to
account for where the money is coming from which makes the project a true
tribute to Arafat’s management of the Palestinian Authority.
But maybe it took that long to gather all those “thousands of personal
belongings” of the dead mass murderer from the Gaza bazaars to deposit them in
a museum dedicated to the Father of Palestine.
The entire thing is only temporary. Arafat is only temporarily resting in
pieces, after being poked over by the French, the Russians and the Swiss,
until his Jihadists, with some aid from the United Nations, conquer Jerusalem
and relocate his remains, which by now can probably fit in a Ziploc bag.
Then Arafat will rise from his grave and demand that Hamas return his stolen
pants.
It is important to properly memorialize Arafat. He was a murderer, a liar and
a thief. And everyone knew it. The foreign ambassadors and leaders he dealt
with knew it. Bill Clinton, who made him a world leader, knew it. You
couldn’t spend 5 minutes with him before he tried to steal your wallet. Or,
as was the case with Virginia Governor Terry McAuliffe, grope your leg and
then give you a soulful kiss.
Arafat was a con artist who was the son of a failed con artist. He was born
in Cairo and died near Paris. His first adult visit to Israel was with a band
of Egyptian Muslim Brotherhood terrorists who tried to attack Israeli farms,
but despite facing only a handful of Jews armed with guns, they lost and had
to run back home. Arafat’s military track record didn’t get any better from
there.
He didn’t beat Israel on the battlefield. Instead he lied and cried. He
played the victim often enough that world leaders decided that the best way
to end his terrorism was to give him a terrorist state in Israel. Like the
Holocaust, “Palestine” happened because millions followed a psychotic con artist’s
murderous fantasies while much of the rest of the world defended him and made
excuses for him. The “Palestinian” disaster has cost the lives of thousands,
Jews, Christians and Muslims, who do not receive a fraction of the tributes
that the architects of that national and international disaster do.
Arafat has a museum. The latest tribute to the Muslim mass
murderer is funded by American taxpayers. Meanwhile his victims lie in quiet
humble graves. No visitors tour their little bedrooms or note how few suits
they had. No experts exhume their remains to determine the causes of their
deaths.
But we know what killed them. Palestine did.
Arafat’s Big Lie, a lie so big it would have made Goebbels stand up and
cheer, invented an imaginary country. And then it used that country as a call
to genocide and an excuse for mass murder.
Mohammed Yasser Abdel Rahman Abdel Raouf Arafat al-Qudwa was a mediocre
murderer. He was a talented thief. But he was a truly unequaled liar. His lie
still lives on. It has a flag. It receives billions in foreign aid every
year. It is moving closer to recognition at the United Nations. Synagogues
are bombed and Jewish students are assaulted on college campuses because of
that lie.
Why was Arafat’s Palestine lie so successful? He told everyone what they
wanted to hear.
The xenophobic Muslim majority in the region wanted to pretend that its
efforts to exterminate the Jews were the noble strivings of a minority rather
than the abusive atrocities of a racist majority.
The European left wanted to sweep away the Holocaust to legitimize
anti-Semitism all over again.
Western
leaders wanted another Czechoslovakia they could carve up, Munich style, and
serve up on a platter to head off the age of international Islamic terror
that they could see rising on the horizon.
That collection of lies, shameful treacheries and bigotry is why Palestine
exists. It all deserves a proper museum. A museum of lies and massacres that
would hold Arafat’s looted Nobel Peace Prize and the names of his victims.
That would showcase the mansions of Gaza and the lies of the press. It would
remind us that that the Holocaust was built not on mere force, but on liars
and their accomplices.
And there could be no better name for such an institution than the Arafat
Museum.
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