The Fall Of The House Of Nariman

During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view ...”

If would take someone like Edgar Allen Poe to articulate the sorrow that I feel each time I see one more element fall into place as Israel and her psychopathic servants seek to seal the world up in a darkness not unlike that discovered in “The Cask of Amontillado” or the grey introductory lines of “The Fall of the House of Usher” given above.

Am I premature in assuming that, once again, Israel was deep in the fell doings of one more outrage against the human estate? It seems not and ‘seems’ is the problem. It doesn’t matter how clearly something seems to be, because it seems that few are going to hear about it.
All over the media today, you hear about how Christ-like (something is wrong with this sentence) the rabbi and his wife were. It ‘seems’ as if their deaths were more profound than all other deaths put together; the loss more significant. You don’t have to take my word for it, just take a look at the main stream news.

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