I'm bloody tired of the proper noun "Israel", which invades my mind as I'm brewing coffee and slicing fruit each morning. The fact that it appears there, anticipatory to what new lies and disastrous inhumanity I may discover when I sit down at my desk, constitutes yet another Zionist crime. Certainly, this offense pales by comparison to all the others, but I nonetheless add it to the long list of reasons why I would celebrate the confinement of every Zionist on the planet in a special dungeon on some mosquito-engorged sinking island with Ukrainian Banderite Nazis as their prison guards.