/lit/ - Literature

What do you guys think of Laurie Penny's journalistic writing style?

>Laurie Penny on Gaza: As Israel’s assault intensifies, it is not anti-Semitic to say: not in my name

"On a morgue slab in Shejaiya in the Gaza Strip a few days ago lay two anonymous children, a boy and a girl. Their bodies could not be identified because their parents, according to Sharif Abdel Kouddous, a journalist for the Nation magazine, were already dead. Israel’s continuing assault on Gaza has claimed hundreds of Palestinian lives and has created 81,000 refugees. I should support it, according to many Zionist opinionators, because I am half Jewish. They tell me that those children had to die so that my future children can be safe. In the end, they say, it’s about blood.

Does it matter what Jews, and people from Jewish backgrounds, say about Gaza? It does when children are being murdered in our names, and in the names of family members for whom we have recently said Kaddish. Jews are better placed than anyone else to articulate a powerful call for ceasefire that does not fall back on the sort of lazy anti-Semitism that seems to the Israeli military to prove its point...

http://www.newstatesman.com/world-affairs/2014/07/israel-s-assault-gaza-intensifies-it-not-anti-semitic-say-not-my-name

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When Little Jimmy died his soul appeared before God. God decided to show little Jimmy around his estate. The first stop on the tour was hell, where Milton Friedman and Ayn Rand sat at the head of an enormous table that stretched out beyond the horizon. On the table sat every kind of food imaginable; waffles, roast chicken, jellied eels -- delicious. Only nobody was eating. They were fixed to chairs a few meters from the table, and each had a pair of long three meter chopsticks. Little Jimmy watched as Friedman picked up one of the delicious jellied eels with his chopsticks and raise it above his head, and saw the tears of sorrow in his eyes as it fell. It always fell.

"They have all of this food, but they are starving," Little Jimmy said, "The table is too far and the chopsticks are too big."
"Don't despair, little Jimmy," said God.

God took Little Jimmy by the hand and transported him to heaven. Little Jimmy couldn't believe it. It looked the same - the same food, the same chopsticks, the same huge table. Only different somehow. Little Jimmy peered and saw Karl Marx and Laurie Penny sat at the head of the table. He saw Marx pick up a delicious jellied eel with his chopsticks, only this time he saw tears of joy welling in his eyes. Marx turned to Laurie and fed her

"They are feeding each other," Jimmy cried with joy.
"Of course they are, comrade," said God, "and when Freidman and Rand realize that perusing self interest leaves everyone hungry, they are welcome to share with Laurie and Marx."