'Rise and Kill First': NYT reporter's book on Israeli assassinations brims with jokes about killing Arabs

While all amusing and endearing in their own way, I think for concision and richness of wit, I prefer…
“When we have settled the land, all the Arabs will be able to do about it will be to scurry around like drugged cockroaches in a bottle.” – Raphael Eitan, Chief of Staff of the Israeli Defence Forces, New York Times, 14 April 1983.
Raphael deserves a medal of honor for the sheer brilliance of his oratory, let alone his military leadership.
And yet can Ronen Bergman’s citations from the fearless killers of the Israeli security establishment be totally trusted? Ronen may be “a leading Israeli journalist who is a contributing writer to the New York Times Magazine”, and an unabashed admirer of Israel’s “dozens of killings over many decades” … but can his reportage be truly believed when put beside the forensic research of Ricki Hollander, senior media analyst at CAMERA, who as far back as October 4, 2004 comprehensively debunked the Eitan quote…
Exposing False Zionist Quotes II (Quote Busters II)
https://www.camera.org/article/exposing-false-zionist-quotes-ii-quote-busters-ii/
I don’t know who’s more brilliant … Ricki Hollander … Ronen Bergman … or Raphael Eitan himself!
Any way you look at it, Philip Weiss of SOTT appears to be onto something when he says… “Along the way, he [Bergman] lauds these Israeli operations for restoring Jewish prestige in the wake of the Holocaust, when Jews were passive victims. Published by Random House in English, his book surely provides vicarious pleasure to many American Jewish readers who have never picked up a gun.”
Indeedy weedy. The Jewes seem to have a bottomless appetite for Schadenfreude.
And an inexhaustible belief in their holy purpose … to rid the world of chockroaches.
God bless ‘em.
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
– T.S. Eliot