Examples of chosen people - 1: the Herrenvolk
As in 1914 and 1938 the World today stands at the edge of the abyss. This time the holocaust will be achieved at arm's length as it were; computer controlled drones and nuclear missiles will clear the way. It will all, as they say, be over by Christmas.
The United States of America-Israel and the Republic of Iran are proudly posturing and parading, flexing their muscles and exercising their disconnected vocal chords. They are brain damaged and mismatched boxers on the scales before the big fight. But this is not a casino in Las Vegas. And there is no referee.
The European Union has joined the foolish crowds at the ringside. The EU's Iranian oil embargo will bring joy to the neo-zealots and the warmongers in the military-industrial-monetary complex; those who work in the dark, those whom 'Ike' and 'JFK' warned us about; those who want to control the world and its resources. It will not bring joy to the nuclear club nations of China, Russia, Pakistan etc..
Madmen and crazed prophets have taken over the asylums and casinos. For them World War III now beckons temptingly. There may be no turning back.
But what does God say? Where does He stand when it comes to this eternal business of War and Conflict in the Middle East, in the region of the so-called Holy Land and His so-called chosen people ?
Let's read from the so-called instruction book.
from God's War Manual
For the director of music. To the tune of The Lily of the Covenant. A miktam of David. For teaching. When he fought Aram Naharaim and Aram Zobah, and when Joab returned and struck down twelve thousand Edomites in the Valley of Salt.
. . . God has spoken from his sanctuary.
In triumph I will parcel out Shechem
and measure off the Valley of Succoth.
Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine.
Ephraim is my helmet,
Judah is my sceptre.
Moab is my washbasin,
upon Edom I toss my sandal;
over Philista I shout in triumph.
. . . With God we shall gain the victory,
and He will trample down our enemies.
Ah yes, now I remember. Bohemia is mine. Austria is mine. Poland is my helmet. Belgium is my washbasin. Upon the Urals I will toss my sandal. Over Abyssinia I shout in triumph. With the Führer we shall gain victory, and he will trample down our enemies for a thousand years . . .