BARACK NOBAMA AND THE LADY KILLERS
This is a continuation of my previous Judges post on Ehud the Lefty and Eglon the Hefty (this is regarded as ancient Israeli history, the Judges being contemporary of the Trojan War). 'Cuz the Book of Judges is so gory and full of surprises... Next Judge after that slick southpaw smoothtalker Ehud was Shamgar, of whom we only know that he was a foreigner who massacred 600 Philistines... armed with a cattle prod on the battlefield. And I'm not talking about a modern-day taser prod, but one with a pointy end, since this was the olden days.
Not much else is said about Shamgar, but what happens next is the appearance of some women with positions of REAL POWER in those days' patriarchal society. They're femmes fatales, advisors, guile sheroes: LADY KILLERS. And this was also the time of Barack, i.e. Lightning, for whom the current Prez of the US was named. Like his present-day namesake, he avoided confrontation, hiding behind the skirts of these LADY KILLERS and pretending to be a coward. But fortunately, these women were the brains to Barack Nobama's brawn, and they knew ten times better. Of how to defeat the fearsome Canaanite General Sisera, the invader du jour, these women had a clue. And pretty clever plans...
Now Sisera was a really redoubtable foe, armed with 900 iron chariots, the horse-driven Panzer of those days. As his formidable host swept across the Holy Land like wildfire, dividing the spoils, orphaning and capturing maidens for each soldier to do as he pleased with his allotted captive, I'm pretty sure most Israeli mothers used him as the boogieman to scare their children into submission ("If you don't behave yourselves, General Sisera will come and whisk you away!").
And yet, extremely ironically, he would be defeated by a downpour and a nomad woman. The way it sounds. And how did it come to this?
DEB: THE BRAINS
Ah, Deborah, Devorah, Debra, Debbie, Debi, Honeybee (to say what her name means). She sat all day and all night in the shade of a palm in the hills of Ephraim (where Lefty Ehud fought his battle in the previous installment) and saw visions, and everyone asked her for advice and to settle disputes. A real IRON LADY. No surprise that she was the Chooser of the One who picked Barack Nobama, the cowardly lion du jour, to save the Holy Land. And he was like :O. Got cold feet, chickened out, said that he was merely a wimpy average fellow with a cool name. Muggle, bourgeois, plain vanilla. She told him that the LORD had chosen him to recruit 10.000 men of his home tribe and added: "I will lure Sisera into open battle at the Kishon. Then I will help you win the battle." Basically, Deb was the brains and Barack was the brawn. So Barack says... "OK, but only if you go with me." And she replied: "I will definitely go with you to the battlefield, but you will not get any honour or glory. After all, you will hand over Sisera to a woman." (This woman is not Debi, but Yael: read below. Did we mention Deb could see the future?). The battle was fought and the Israelites won, the enemy army was decimated (the surging stream drowned those who had escaped from enemy steel: think Spanish Armada or Blackwater, but inland), leaving its leader as the sole survivor, taking to flight with the Chosen of the LORD in hot pursuit.
Think autumnal downpour in the Mediterranean, as Schiller puts it:
Da gießt unendlicher Regen herab,
Von den Bergen stürzen die Quellen,
Und die Bäche, die Ströme schwellen.
Da reißet die Brücke der Strudel hinab,
Und donnernd sprengen die Wogen
Des Gewölbes krachenden Bogen.
Kein Schiffer lenket die Fähre,
Und der wilde Strom wird zum Meere.
Doch wachsend erneut sich des Stromes Wut,
Und Welle auf Welle zerrinnet,
Und Stunde an Stunde entrinnet.
hinein in die brausende Flut
Und teilt mit gewaltigen Armen
Things were looking pretty bleak for Sisera (utterly defeated, fallen from grace, with the enemy hot on his heels), but fortunately he had friends up north (or were these really his friends?) and hoped to find a hearty welcome there. And so would it be, but only for a while...
YAEL: MC HAMMER
When a weary Sisera fled up north after having lost the decisive battle, he did not stop until, at twilight, he entered the encampment of some Kenites or Northerners (think Westerosi Northerners in cooler clothing) and staggered into the tent of the wife of an ally, a certain Northern woman by the name of Yael (or Jael). Now at least safe from the enemy (for now), the warlord thanks his friendly hostess for such a hearty welcome. Little does he know that Yael knows how to drive home a point. "Oh, after ages with the enemy in hot pursuit, you must be exhausted..." "And rather thirsty," the general replied, short of breath and ablaze as he was, as his lovely hostess poured him a cupful of warm milk, which Sisera drained at one fell swoop. A real blessing for his throat. Then, suddenly, reeling, he collapsed like a sack of flour. The Good Book does not specify if his drink was spiked or if it was because of burnout, but the snag is that the great general suddenly fell unconscious. Then, Yael took a tent peg and a hammer, and she hammered home a point. Literally. She nailed the peg into Sisera's head, driving it straight into his limbic system, and the warlord could not live any longer with such a cranial injury.
Bang, bang, Yael's wooden hammer came down upon his head...
Bang, bang, Yael's wooden hammer made sure that he was dead...
(Nice refrain for a filk...)
Just then, Barack Nobama entered, in pursuit of his quarry. Imagine his surprise when he found the enemy general already stone dead, with a tent peg through his head. And Yael showed him what she had done.
After this event, the decapitated Canaanite host was easily curb-stomped and subjugated.
THE VICTORY SONG
To celebrate their victory, Barack and Deborah sang a Victory Song of which I give you the final and most interesting verses: