It’s not Hitler or Nasser but you and the likes of you who will be responsible, I repeat, responsible, for the destruction of the Third Temple. No power on earth can possibly forgive me for the moronic pity I showed in not digging your grave thirty years ago, when you were still just a kinky little syphilitic, sniveling insect. You are the lowest of the low. It’s people like you who’ve been the poisonous cancer in the body of the Jewish people for generations. You’re the age-old curse of the Exile. You’re the reason the Gentiles hated and still hate us with an eternal, nauseated loathing. You with your money-grubbing, you with your Golden Calf, you with your foaming lechery, you with your swank way of seducing women and innocent goyim with sweet-talk, stopping at no betrayal, sleeping on your filthy ducats that spread like germs from country to country, from exile to exile, from racket to racket, homeless, conscienceless, rootless, making us a laughingstock and a pariah among the nations. And now you reach out your sticky paws to make off with our children just as you tried to make off with our women, to seduce and corrupt them until they’ve sunk as low as you are.