Bob Bylan Neighborhood Bully

UPDATE: According to Tablet Magazine opinion piece: "I wanted to hear the Bob Dylan song “Neighborhood Bully” off his 1983 record Infidels. That’s how I discovered that YouTube won’t let you hear the song. It turns out that this man Bob Dylan, so beloved by the American cultural establishment and winner of the 2016 Nobel Prize in literature, is guilty of hate speech. Sooner or later, they all are."

What a timely moment for an unfortunately timely event. Nothing apparently has changed. We no doubt need better leadership with more "sechel" rather than brawn. But in the end regardless what decision the Israeli Government makes, Israel apparently will always be the "Neighborhood Bully". Words and music. You can purchase the Neighborhood Bully at Amazon or at iTunes

"What's plain is that the Gaza flotilla's nominal purpose, delivering "humanitarian" supplies to Gaza, was secondary to the aim of provoking a confrontation. The Gaza flotilla turned down an Israeli offer to unload the six boats and deliver the goods to Gaza by truck; it ignored repeated warnings that it would not be allowed to reach Gaza. Its spokesmen said they would insist on "breaking Israel's siege," as one of them put it." Blue Star (Jewish Think Tank)

Words to Neighborhood Bully:

Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man, His enemies say he's on their land.
They got him outnumbered about a million to one, He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
He's the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully just lives to survive, He's criticized and condemned for being alive.
He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin, He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in.
He's the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land, He's wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn, He's always on trial for just being born.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized, Old women condemned him, said he should apologize. Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad. The bombs were meant for him.
He was supposed to feel bad. He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him,
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac.
He's the neighborhood bully.

He got no allies to really speak of.
What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love.
He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peace, They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease. Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly.
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Every empire that's enslaved him is gone, Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon.
He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand, In bed with nobody,