Yasser Arafat is Dead, and it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.

The world is now less one human malignancy now that the passing of Yasser Arafat is now official.  The French, friend of dictactors and despots alike, gave him a hero's sendoff for the flight to Egypt and then his burial in Ramallah.
I'm not going to apologize for not crying like a BBC reporter over his illness because the man had absolutely no positive effect on anyone.  The hagiographers of hellspawn in the press are declaring that Yasser gave the Palestinian people their identity.
An identity as violent terrorists who blow up buses, butcher athletes, fire rockets into schools, and danced gleefully in the streets of Gaza & the West Bank as the twin towers fell taking almost 3000 innocent souls with them.
That's a great identity to take with you into history.
Yasser Arafat was the human equivalent of a tumor, creating nothing good but leeching all that is worth anything out of the Palestinian people and the Middle East in general.  All of his grand dreams of conquest and glory created nothing but death and horror in Jordan, Israel, Lebanon, and especially among the Palestinians themselves. 
I won't cry for Arafat, and neither should the Palestinian people.  He's done nothing but use and abuse them, perpetuating violence for his own enrichment, and it's time they realised that. 
Send him to where he belongs, to the dustbin of history.

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