Every weekend, there’s a cultural festival in my city.
This week, it’s the Italian festival.
Italian dances, Italian food, Italian poetry.
Next week, it’s the German festival.
German dances, German food, German poetry.
The week after, it’s the Caribbean festival.
Caribbean dances, Caribbean food, Caribbean poetry.
And after that, it’s the Japan festival.
Japanese dances. Japanese food. Japanese poetry.
There’s no Palestinian festival.
They grab bullhorns and scream at the local Israeli consulate.
And synagogues. And community centers. And the Holocaust Museum.
That’s what they call culture?
What a bunch of pricks.
No wonder why they don’t have a state.