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Monday, December 30, 2002
Let’s see. Hanoi Jane arrives in Israel—from an Arab country—without fanfare. Then she heads for a meeting with a peace group, in a public restaurant. Outside the restaurant the press swarms and filming is “allowed” but absolutely no questions from the "ordinarily rambunctious" Israeli journalists. No overt posing by Jane, no inflammatory statements of solidarity. She’s in shades and a scarf no less. Hmmmm, so why her? Are we now just flitting around the world winding the keys? Anyway, three of the "Women In Green" laid a trap and gave her what for. Advantage: Nadia Matar. (And say, would any restaurant picked ahead for this meeting be splodeydope immune for that day?) Old Queen Jane Old Queen Jane is a royal old pain A royal old pain is she. She called for her shades, And she called for her plane, And she called for her handlers three. Old Queen Jane took her royal old plane To Jerusalem’s Set, you see. She put on her shades, And got off of the plane, And she said to her handlers three; 'I'm Old Queen Jane and I’m here to feign My concern for a peaceful plea. From their "privacy raids," Make the Press refrain, And don’t let them question me.' Old Queen Jane, with her sheep in train And the Press meek as can be, Down the street parades (No one dared complain) ‘Til she met Green hecklers three; 'Old Queen Jane shows a royal disdain For exertions of the free. Her comfort and aid To their foe's campaign Is her history—plain to see.' Old Queen Jane is a royal old pain A royal old pain is she. Fooling Press brigades, Is our Hanoi Jane, But not Green hecklers three. And tweedle dum dee, went her handlers three, Tweedle dum dum dee deedle dee.
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