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The Prostitution of Peace

If you believe the current regime of diplomats and pundits, peace is something that can be obtained for the right price. Where peace once meant the mutual cessation of war, peace has now become something that can now be bought and sold. Put the right amount on the table and peace can be yours, the pimps of peace cry on every corner. Behind them stand their gruesome wares, the terrorists and mass murderers who will have peace with you, perhaps for a night or two, if the right price is paid. The tricks may think that peace is a long term marriage, but they know it is only a one night stand. Hudna. Ceasefire. Time enough for them to rearm and kill again.

We live now in the era of the prostitution of peace. Love doesn't enter into it. Brotherhood doesn't enter into it. We no longer have peace because we are both tired of war and wish an end to it. No, peace has become something that the brute, the thug and the monster offers to the civilized world in exchange for weapons, power and international stature. And so we no longer have peace, instead the very idea of peace has become a lost hope, a compulsive gambler's winning streak, an alky's last beer, a forlorn cause in the darkened streets of civilization's modern diplomatic dystopia.

Peace once used to be an end to violence, but now peace has become a process, a long ritual of meetings and paper shufflings that never actually produces peace, but keeps the creaky wheels of diplomacy turning. And so the men in suits come and go and photographs are taken and signed and newspaper headlines cry, "Peace, peace," but there is no peace. The diplomats who prostitute peace from Oslo to Camp David, from Taba to Ankara, know full that what they are selling is a disease ridden lie. What they are truly selling is the illusion of a rational world to the last remnants of a dying civilization confronting the savagery of a Dar Al Harb that laughs at reason and glories in savagery.
The rain falls in the dark, the wind blows ragged newspapers down a deserted street. Munich. Camp David. Brussels. Oslo. It doesn't matter anymore, only the hotel rooms and the expensive booze at taxpayer expense poured into wineglasses. The pimps pander, the prostitutes pose with their weapons and bombs and the tricks put up everything they have certain that this time it will be different. A toast is made. "To peace!" Peace in our time. Peace in no one's time.

The prostitution of peace is a lurid cynical act, far more gruesome than the sort of crimes men and women are arrested for on civilization's streetcorners every night. For the prostitution of peace is not merely the false promise of love, it is the false promise of an end to the killing, only to enable and perpetuate it.

Leftist agitation and activism has turned peace into a meme, a lie everyone can have if they only sing loudly enough and demand it from their government. And so they die. And the leaders of their government go to the hotel rooms in distant cities and continents and buy it for them. The glasses clink, everyone cheers and in the morning there are more corpses to be swept from the streets.

The insincerity of peace is at the heart of the prostitution of peace. It is an act of irresponsibility on every side. The pimps of peace in the foreign ministries and state departments inflate their own prestige certain that the right transaction will finally win over the sheiks of the east. The prostitutes of peace grin cynically, knowing that they are not selling anything that they cannot take back tomorrow. The tricks come with a mix of corruption and despair driven by the self-destructive impulse of decay to buy something they cannot have at a price they cannot pay.

No one in this trinity of the damned wishes to hear about the moral bankruptcy of their profession or its devastating price. Again and again the price is paid and blood runs in the gutter and in the hotel rooms the glasses clink.

"To peace."


  1. BS"D
    You did again. Not only did you nail it, you did so with grim elegance. I hear a heart that is angry with the pimps and prostitutes, a heart that weeps for the dead.


    Ellie Katz

  2. Anonymous28/5/09

    I can't even hear the word, "peace"without cringing. I hate the word, as soon as I hear a politician or some other lunatic use the word, I stop listening, everything that follows is just another pack of lies.
    Peace is when you defeat your enemies.

  3. Anonymous28/5/09

    Outstanding article once again. My concept of peace? Removing evil and doing good in the world. Good, that is, by an objective standard as found in the Torah.

    (Keliata posting from a remote computer).

  4. Anonymous28/5/09

    Sadly, false peace has become a commodity that can be bought and sold to the highest bidder.

    (Keliata again)

  5. Anonymous28/5/09

    This is an excellent essay, displaying intellectual honesty so utterly absent from academia, the MSM, and the "foreign policy community".

    Yasher koach.

    Keep 'em comin'!


  6. Wow! You've blown me away.

    This is an amazing piece, just amazing! So perceptive, so elegant. You've shown with clarity why the morally bankrupt policies of appeasement and pandering to the Islamist murderors are also just stupid and ineffective, and simply won't work.

    To do the morally right thing, here, is to do what needs to be done, plain and simple. Murder should be stopped, not rewarded. It is both moral and practical thing to do. Yet the pretend-naive "well-wishers" pretend otherwise and persist in their delusions, pawns both in the hands of Jihadists and the "realist" fascists of the West.

    Thank you very much!

    May the People turn for Help and may they recieve it.

  7. A truly amazing work of art! Sultan, you're only getting better with age, just like a fine wine!
    BTW, King David already says it in Psalms, chapter 120:
    אֲנִי-שָׁלוֹם, וְכִי אֲדַבֵּר; הֵמָּה, לַמִּלְחָמָה.
    I am all for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.


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