A PLO sympathiser considers the Kushner peace plan

I can't say I've met a lot of Palestinians. There was the guy I worked with at Kearney's, who hailed from the West Bank and dreamed of owning a corner store. One day while shopping at Zehrs, he slipped on a grape and hurt his neck. Miraculously, he made a 100% recovery shortly after winning enough of a settlement from his lawsuit against Zehrs to stake his store.

A few years later, whilst a student at the U of G, I recall attending a presentation by a Palestinian guy who represented some Palestinian solidarity cause, no doubt a PLO front. There were a handful of ADL types doing their best to be disruptive, but that only served to make the guy more appealing to the activist undergrad audience.

Shared a few pints at the Brass Taps with the guy later on. The "two state solution" was still a viable thing in those days, or at least that's what people thought.

Only a completely deluded moron would think that today.

Which is why the Palestinians should take the money. The two state solution is long dead, but the one state solution is an inevitability. Fifty billion dollars will put a lot of food on a lot of tables as Palestinians continue to struggle, peaceably, towards a single state wherein the Palestinian citizens have in every aspect the same rights as the Jewish citizens.

A generation or two from now, Israel could be a real democracy, in which some Jews vote for Palestinian candidates, and vice-versa, because of the candidates platform rather than their ethnicity.


That may not be what Kushner envisions, but take the money and keep working towards that goal.

Throwing up at U of Goo

To my everlasting amazement I actually have a degree from the University of Guelph. That must have happened during those mornings when I was waiting for the Brass Taps to open up.

That was the campus bar at the time, the main campus bar, located in the University Center. They also had a place called the Roundhouse, which was round.

One night, or I should say early one morning, I got my car stuck on the stairs between Johnson Hall and the academic building as I was leaving the Roundhouse, which is probably more than anyone needs to know about my university career.

At the time the U of Goo's main claim to fame was that when Elton John stopped in for a visit the campus cops towed his illegally parked limo from in front of the University Center.

The campus cops were pretty decent really. They let me park there all the time.

But I digress. One night I was at the Brass Taps with my good buddy Karen. We'd had a few pitchers of beer, and as we were making our way out I stopped off at my mailbox in the basement to see if my latest government grant had arrived.

There we were in one of the basement hallways, when suddenly Karen left all the beer she had consumed that evening right there on the floor.

Couple of weeks after that, I was treating my good buddy Kipling to a few pitchers at the self-same Brass Taps. Long story short, ya, you guessed it! Same hall and everything!

Not a week later, I'm in the food court at the UC with my six year old daughter. Can't even remember what we ate, but as we're leaving we swing down to the mailboxes. Sure enough, same hall, same deal,  except this time it's my six year old daughter leaving back everything she'd just had at the food court.

I never checked my mailbox again.