1.06.2006 | Maroons

Growing up, we couldn't quite pronounce "moron" correctly, so we used to call people who didn't measure up to our exalted standards "maroons." Or, if we were feeling especially ironic, "macaroons." You know, a sweet treat, verging on the sickeningly sweet, made of (coco)nuts.

To this day, me, and many people my age (give or take a few) know that "maroon" is actually a pretty nasty way to categorize someone. It means they're dumb, and nasty. A bad combo. And applied to idiots who don't even deserve the appropriate "moron" title.

Cue the Paleos. These Arabs just don't know who their friends are, and they continue to act like maroons. Ariel Sharon unilaterally gave these undeserving clods more than they a) deserved, b) earned, or c) were strong enough to take from Israel. Sharon has done more to create a viable Paleo state that Yessir Arafish, terrorist extraordinaire, ever did.

But the Paleos never miss an opportunity to screw up. They cheered Saddam on when he raped Kuwait, they cheered 9/11, and they're doing it again now that Arik Sharon looks like he's down for the count. Of course, calling him "Sharoon" cued "maroon" in my twisted mind.

Lack of English I hold not against them; lack of sympathy, even for a fallen enemy, I do. And, looking at this objectively, Arik Sharon was the best friend the Paleos have in the Middle East. They could be forgiven for not seeing this clearly. But for acting like Satan's minions and dancing, figuratively speaking, on Sharon's grave, even before he is in it, they should not be forgiven in this world.

These people have no grace. They do not deserve a state, and they surely haven't earned one. Let Jordan and Egypt take them in. But this won't happen, either. Egypt and Jordan had many years over which to exercise this option. They're smart enough to know you don't take in garbage.

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