Spring is here. The days are getting longer. The flowers bloom and then fade. And a handful of activists board boats in the Mediterranean for what has become their annual free cruise to Gaza.
Its never been about aid. Its always been about optics. The cynical depravity goes even deeper. Recently we've learned that the Gaza flotillas are the pinnacle of the romantic season for lonely, lonely sad little activists.
For the woebegone activists with their unshaven pits and kombucha breath, the rickety boats offer a fleeting chance of romance.
The Palestinian group Heart of Falastin recently issued a statement that “a senior member of the flotilla, a member of the steering committee, the highest governing body of the organization, code named B.L. for their protection (not ours), engaged in sexual relations with multiple activists while on the boat heading toward Gaza. Not one person. Not two. Three different individuals.”
Un tel scandale!
Sadly, names weren't mentioned. We do not know if Fatties for Palestine were involved in anyway. We don't know if it was Greta. Nor is there any indication that the serial sex offender was disciplined or removed from his position. Thats not the way these activists roll. Morality is for the other side.
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