When we last saw neo-con nutball and Jenifer Rubin’s BFF Rachel Abrams, she was still publicly working out some of the kinks for her proposed Israeli/Palestianian two-state solution where the Israelis got to keep all of the land and the Palestinians would move to Waterworld where they would be welcomed as shark chum(s):
He’s free and he’s home in the bosom of his family and his country.
Celebrate, Israel, with all the joyous gratitude that fills your hearts, as we all do along with you.
Then round up his captors, the slaughtering, death-worshiping, innocent-butchering, child-sacrificing savages who dip their hands in blood and use women—those who aren’t strapping bombs to their own devils’ spawn and sending them out to meet their seventy-two virgins by taking the lives of the school-bus-riding, heart-drawing, Transformer-doodling, homework-losing children of Others—and their offspring—those who haven’t already been pimped out by their mothers to the murder god—as shields, hiding behind their burkas and cradles like the unmanned animals they are, and throw them not into your prisons, where they can bide until they’re traded by the thousands for another child of Israel, but into the sea, to float there, food for sharks, stargazers, and whatever other oceanic carnivores God has put there for the purpose.
Now it seems that either time has softened Rachel’s anti-muslim hate hard-on or it’s possible that the only thing she hates more than “slaughtering, death-worshiping, innocent-butchering, child-sacrificing savages” and their “unmanned animal” wives is a fake Muslim Kenyan half-schvartzer who is not getting his war on fast enough for her:
You know what might cheer Rachel up? A little holiday shock ‘n awe. And if we happen to collateral damage-kill more than a few thousand or ten thousand Syrians (or as the PNAC crowd might call it: freeing them from tyranny) well, you know, you can’t make a neo-con freedom omelet with breaking a few Muslim eggs…