The Boy Who Cried Wolf

[Nannette]

By Reuel Topaz

After years of public humiliation in his hometown, the boy who cried wolf moved to the Middle East. In the fictional land of West Bank, his career enjoyed an unexpected rebirth when he was hired as communications director for the Palestinian Wolf Authority (PWA), an umbrella organization representing wolf packs known as Fatah, the PLO, Hamas, Islamic Jihad, Hiz’ballah, Al-Aqsa Martyr’s Brigade and others. Under his guidance, the PWA held press conferences in which the PWA spokesmen would cry, “Sheep! We’re Sheep! Trust me when I tell you we’re sheeeeep. SHEEP, I tell you!” A few baaa’s were thrown in for added effect, with promises of friendship and no more attacks on the neighboring flock of actual sheep, known as “the Jews.”

Each PWA press conference was met with frenzied excitement and praise from European governments, the U.S. State Department, the United Nations and the media. After each and every press conference, the Jews, organized into a supposed protective agency called Israel, virtually leapt in response, easing restrictions on travel for wolves, suspending anti-wolf operations, releasing wolf prisoners as gestures of good will and sending similar signals welcoming the “new” sheepish PWA attitude. And, like German clockwork in the 1940s, after each and every PWA announcement and Israeli response, the PWA wolf packs continued to murder Jews at every opportunity, following the primordial habit of wolves.

Still, no matter how many Jews were killed and no matter how many times this cycle of PWA treachery repeated itself, Israel came running to the sound of each new PWA cry of “SHEEP” as if the PWA wasn’t actually an organization of wolves. And each time, the wolves acted like wolves and more Jews died in this tragic tale of persistent folly.

Now, the old head wolf died and was replaced by a new head wolf named Abu something or other. This new head wolf dressed in nice sheepish suits and really knew how to baaaa convincingly. He was very smart and held press conferences where he said, “Don’t pay any attention to these fangs” and “Claws? What claws?” and “That Jihad howl just means political struggle for grazing rights. See, I’m just a fuzzy little lamb.” And Israel, actually the village idiot in this fairy tale, ran back to the wolf every time, pulling the sheep’s wool over its own eyes and continuing to get its sheep senselessly murdered, instead of hunting down the wolves relentlessly until the only ones left in the PWA were those with no fangs or claws or dreams of Jihad, who really were sheep that truly wanted to graze in peace with the Jews.

As you can see, the boy who cried wolf enjoyed a rebirth by switching sides and teaching the wolf how to cry sheep. He probably never imagined that, unlike his former village, Israel would fall for it so consistently.

Unfortunately, dear reader, this is no fairy tale. The moral of this true tale is: The wolf really is a wolf. The claws, the fangs and the howl are real. The wolf does, and will always do, what a wolf does, which is eat sheep. It is time for the sheep to put on wolves’ clothing and wipe out the wolf packs. When real sheep come forward from the other side, Israel can graze peacefully with them. And everyone can live happily ever after.

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He who is merciful with the cruel, will end-up being cruel to the merciful
- Kohelet Rabba 7:16