Are Hizbollah terrorists? No, just a bunch of cuddly social workers, says the EU

It’s a well-known fact one person’s freedom fighter is another person’s terrorist. These conflicting views hinge on one determinant: Who they attack (if it’s someone else, they are simply dubbed ‘militants’; if it you, your country and its innocent populace, they’re branded ‘terrorists’).

Thus, unless you’re the BBC, The Guardian, The New York Times or any branch of the hand-wringing, Lefty-liberalism apologists union, such groups as Al-Qaeda and all its copycat franchises, the IRA (now in the guise of the Real or Continuity spinoffs), the Basque nationalists’ slaughter squad of ETA and Hamas were or are broadly regarded as ‘terrorists’ by most in the civilised world.

However, according to the latest dictum from the European Union, Hizbollah is merely a Shia Muslim political party in Lebanon, magnanimously community-spirited with an extensive social services network and, of course, the obligatory ‘self-defensive’ military wing, which can be a tad ‘militant’ on the odd occasion.

That it hijacked control of Lebanon at the point of an AK47 and deliberately provoked a war with Israel is of no consequence. Neither are the following Hizbollah acts:-

  • The 1983 US Embassy bombing in Beirut, which killed 63 people, including American government officials and eight senior CIA agents.
  • The 1983 Beiruit Barracks attacks in Beirut – the deadliest terrorist assault on a US target prior to 9/11 – which killed 241 Marines, sailors and soldiers and wounded over 100 others.
  • The 1985 hijacking of of TWA Flight 847
  • The 1994 bombing of the Jewish Community Centre in Buenos Aires, which killed 80 and injured over 300.
  • The indictment of Hizbollah leaders by a United Nations tribunal for the 2005 assassination of Lebanon’s democratically-elected Prime Minister, Rafik Hariri.
  • The attempted 2009 attack on Egyptian and Israeli targets, foiled by Egyptian security (with similar incidents in Thailand and elsewhere this year).
  • The murder of six people at a Bulgarian tourist resort airport two weeks ago by a Hizbollah-dispatched suicide bomber, at the behest of its puppet-masters in Teheran

ON THE MARCH: Hizbollah ‘social workers’ en route to doing good works

Let’s forget, too, Hizbollah deliberately provoked a war with Israel by murdering and kidnapping Israeli soldiers on Israel’s side of the border and that it a) Persecutes Christians and other minorities in Lebanon; b) Acts as Iran’s political and military proxy in the region; c) Has a stockpile of at least 40,000 high-tech rockets and a private army; and d) Props up Hamas – which is designated a ‘terrorist’ organisation by the UN – with funds and weaponry, again helpfully provided by their bloodthirsty brethren in Iran.

No, Hizbollah, according to the EU, is still just a cuddly, self-help mob, with the best possible intentions. And any fears that it will somehow gain control of Syria’s arsenal of nerve gases when the Assad tyranny is toppled are greatly exaggerated.

Meanwhile, that the US, Canada and Britain regarded it as a ‘terrorist’ group is merely an aberration on the part of hostile countries, who don’t really understand Hizbollah’s benign intentions.

‘There is no consensus for putting Hizbollah on the list of terrorist organisations,’ insisted Cypriot Foreign Minister Erato Kozakou-Marcoullis, whose country currently holds the rotating EU presidency.

Helpfully, he added with naïve understatement – just in case anyone was under some silly misapprehension – Hizbollah was ‘active in Lebanese politics.’

Clearly, EU foreign policy mirrors its purblind intransigence to fixing the Euro fiasco and one can only but wonder which part of Planet Zog the batty Eurocrats inhabit.

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Gibraltar: The Spanish obsession that won’t go away

In the midst of the worst recession the world has witnessed, with the Eurozone crumbling and the very future of the EU itself at stake, the vacuous Spanish government has come up with a ploy it hopes will take its downtrodden people’s focus off the politico-economic morass it’s in.

Following in the jackboot prints of Franco, Prime Minister Mariono Rajoy has now played the Gibraltar card, thrown his toys out of the pram and spitefully banned Queen Sofia from officially attending her cousin, Queen Elizabeth of Great Britain’s Diamond Jubilee celebrations.

This follows last week’s spat in a teacup, when Spain formally objected to the planned visit next month of Prince Edward and his missus to the Rock, as part of his mum’s knees-up.

Of course, Gibraltar – a 2.6 square mile pimple on the gluteus maximus of Europe, with a population of around 30,000 and known to the Spanish as El Peñón – is contiguous with Spain. So, too, is France and Portugal, though Madrid has yet to lay claim to those two nations.

In France’s case it did once 299 years ago, which resulted in the War of the Spanish Succession, when Philip V of Spain tried to usurp the French throne. Fearing a calamitous shift in European power, an alliance between Britain, Holland, the Germanic Holy Roman Empire and the Duchy of Savoy punctured Phil the Bourbon’s haughty ambitions.

During the contretemps that lasted from 1701 to 1713, an Anglo-Dutch fleet captured The Rock in 1704 and, thanks to the Treaty of Utrecht, Gib was ceded to Britain (along with Minorca temporarily) ‘in perpetuity’, which – the last time I consulted my dictionary – meant forever and a sunset.

GOING APE: Spain’s anger over Gib knows no end

Over the centuries the miniscule splodge of territory has played a defining role in Britain’s defences and still does. Moreover, in 1967 and 2002, its inhabitants voted in plebiscites, by a 99-to-one majority, to remain British, which, under Europe’s rules of people’s self-determination, should have rendered the issue beyond debate.

Obsessional Spain, however, won’t let it lie, considers the Rock-dwellers a bunch of ne’er-do-wells, and is particularly chagrined about a recent fracas, when Spanish fishermen were banned from casting their nets in Gibraltan territorial waters.

Rajoy, like many of his predecessors, keeps banging on about bi-lateral talks directly with Britain over Gib’s future, neatly bypassing the reasonable aspirations of the locals.

However, when taken to task, he dodges and weaves around the festering topics of Melilla and Ceuta, Spain’s two, autonomous enclaves in North Africa, which the Moroccans consider theirs.

Not unfairly, one cannot but be drawn to the conclusion that, somewhere in the white heat of the kitchen of international diplomacy, pots are calling kettles black, with righteous Spain making the loudest din.

It’s democracy they want, stupid!

Loath as I am to indulge in schadenfreude (‘Liar, liar, pants on fire’ – Ed), I’ve been banging on about this for years…well, at least the last two: so, to paraphrase Private Frazer, the dour Scottish mortician in Dad’s Army, the Euro is doooomed and soon to be as dead of Monty Python’s Norwegian Blue parrot, though not necessarily for the obvious reasons.

The runes looked darkly foreboding well before yesterday’s denouement of Sarkozy in Round Une of the French presidential sweepstake, the collapse of the Dutch Centre-right government and the Czechs passing round the begging bowl.

Now it isn’t just the bone-idle dagos of Club Med+Ireland who won’t bite the German-imposed austerity bullet, after being assured they could spend, spend, spend, because the Euro would keep them in clover for ever. So, I predict it won’t be long before the Brussels bean-counters, hustled in to give the errant Greeks and Italians a sound fiscal shellacking, get tarred, feathered and run out of town.

And still the politicos (especially those of the Teutonic persuasion) and the faceless, nameless, shameless Eurocrats don’t get it. They still think it’s all just about money and markets, which no-one is denying it once was, after that madcap spending frenzy even the classroom dunce knew couldn’t last forever.

FLAGGING: Democracy in the Eurozone

But what the ringmasters of the EU fail to see now is that the people don’t want a European superstate. For better or worse, they want to control their own destinies in their own lands and, most importantly, to wrest back democracy

Because there isn’t any in Euroland, apart from an anonymous gravy-train of MEPs, whose views are steamrollered into dust by a bunch of appointees – i.e. Baroness Cathy Ashton, Europe’s so-called, all-but-anonymous Foreign Minister – many of whom have never even stood for election to a parish council.

As Lenin so succinctly pointed out, ‘It is true that liberty is precious – so precious is must be rationed.’

Well, for liberty read democracy. And for democracy read the will of a people, who no longer want lessons in how to starve from pompous plutocrats and their adjuncts, irrepressibly twisting the screws of austerity harder and longer.

We’ve seen the downtrodden masses rise up against their tyrants in the Arab Spring, though, sadly, there’s every chance they’ll end up swapping one dictatorship for another.

Now we’re witnessing the Euroland Summer, where the people have a real chance of seizing back their right to decide their nations’ fates – and not be condemned to being drones in a far-flung province of a superstate, whose overlords pays lip service to their citizens’ wishes.

PS: If this sounds like a party political broadside from UKIP, my apologies. I have no political affiliations, but Nigel Farage and his headbangers are actually beginning to make real sense.