We are all Nazi Juden Now

Kidovweird. Die Nazi Juden?

But ideologically true.

You might have thought that Tony Greenstein and his friends at the various Palestinian alliances have been reading too much Kafka.

One night you go to bed as some sort of bogus western democrat and the next morning you wake up, with the jack boots at the bottom of the bed and a copy of Mein Kampf by your bedside light.

Ja, you have metamorphosized into a Nazi because you dreamt that you went to an Ahava demo and opposed the boycott of Dead Sea Mud. (Of course, you actually stayed at home, tucked up in bed, but dreams are ideologically sufficient.)

You should have woken up screaming... "Did I actually stand next to The EDL? What a bloody night-mare! Why did I remain silent?" But its too late for self-recriminations. There's the executive director of the Board of Deputies on the phone shouting... "What the hell you were doing demonstrating outside Ahava with a bunch of Nazis who still have gas ovens in their council flats? Don't you understand what they are up to??"

The good news is that you can still go to Mike Leigh movies. So there isn't really too much to worry about. And Ken Loach hasn't been banned. You can listen to Elvis Costello, even though he is a bit dated. And there's The Floyd.

But spare a thought for the EDL. They've gone to all the trouble of actually traipsing around trying to find a copy of Mein Kampf. They've also had to fork out for their Leni Riefenstahl movies on Amazon. And they aren't cheap. As well as all of those David Irving, first editions, preferably signed in Austria.

But you have had the the Third Reich handed to you for free, with your cornflakes. You didn't even have to send off for it.

Can you imagine how jealous The EDL must feel? They've been conned. All that expense, special David Irving tour-guided trips to Aushwitz etc, and you have the chutzpah to waltz straight into Hitler's bunker...

"Ja, mein Fuhrer, the Nazi Juden are lucky schweinhundts! Seig Heil!"