Here's a piece I'm working on for my Substack site.

It’s so awful that there is something it is like to be one many-many-many-hundred-headed biryon monster that can spend a moment set aside in a packed Amsterdam soccer stadium for silently recognizing the victims of floods in Spain belting out an appallingly much-rehearsed song that ends on this punchline: “There are no schools in Gaza because there are no children left.”

It’s the same monster that a year earlier took the 4,500-mile trip to the same city and gathered in a public place to flawlessly belt out this song for the locals’ edification: “We will fuck you/And then we will drink your blood/In the town square we will hang you/Every communist who comes here/We will take your girls/When we rape them we will shout/Today is death, Hapoel.”

Of course there was also something it was like to be the many-many-many-headed antisemitic monster that spent one year after another in the first half of the last century making Amsterdam a living and death-dealing hell for the ancestors of these idiot biryons and of course there is something awful it is like to be a different mob of soccer chavs and a different gang of soccer yobs and hoons and neds and cougans and bovver boys and girls who alone know what it’s like to be them as they ply their hive mind in finding their own twists to put on this human routine of shitting on true human accomplishments like introducing what should simply be a good thing called “The Beautiful Game”.

Thank god that as Nagel made plain I have no way to really know what it is like to be a thing that in the aftermath of horrific floods that kill its human brothers and sisters and in the middle of its country’s plan to keep adding more and more little corpses to the pile of 15,000 other massacred children can live it up on a long-distance sing-songing holiday taken to the world stage they turned Amsterdam into for making those of us who aren’t them or their likewise hive-minded supporters wonder what ungodly long-term regimen of dehumanization must have gone into getting the monstrous thing in question to a place where its swarm intelligence inspired it to fill the already-mentioned moment of solemnizing silence with a boisterous ode to the killing of Arab children…