A caller to my radio program suggested there might be a better way to dispose of Yasser Arafat than killing him.

She reminded me of something I had long known about the terrorist-killer-scum but have never put to use in print before.

She asked: “Wouldn’t it be better to discredit Arafat than kill him?”

The question was at once terribly naive but strikingly brilliant.

There’s the question of how one can discredit a monster who takes pride in his bloodlust, whose propensity for corruption and fraud and theft from his own people is legendary. I’ve attempted, over the years, to explain to Americans that Arafat is not only a killer of innocent Israeli citizens but more than 100 U.S. citizens as well – including diplomats assassinated in cold blood.

If that isn’t enough to discredit Arafat, it’s hard to imagine what could.

But then the old light bulb went on.

Arafat has maintained support from his “people” by playing tough all these years. What if they found out he was actually an old softie?

What do I mean? I mean Arafat is a homosexual. There are also persistent rumors that he is a pedophile. I mean, in his private life, he is everything the Islamic culture detests – a closet pervert.

Now, I don’t pretend to believe with certainty that this column will be widely translated into Arabic and distributed throughout the Palestinian Authority. I also don’t pretend to think that I know something about Arafat unknown to the oil sheikhs who support him financially. I don’t pretend to believe the governments in Europe who treat him like a head of state are unaware of his predilections.

After all, one former European intelligence chief recorded his own observations of Arafat’s sexual antics in a book, published 16 years ago.

I’m referring to “Red Horizons” by Lt. Gen. Ion Mihai Pacepa, the former head of Romanian intelligence. He relates a conversation with Constantin Munteaunu, a general assigned to teach Arafat and the Palestinian Liberation Organization operations in deception and influence designed to fool the West into granting the organization recognition.

“I just called the microphone monitoring center to ask about the ‘Fedayee,'” Arafat’s code name, explained Munteaunu. “After the meeting with the Comrade, he went directly to the guest house and had dinner. At this very moment, the ‘Fedayee’ is in his bedroom making love to his bodyguard. The one I knew was his latest lover. He’s playing tiger again. The officer monitoring his microphones connected me live with the bedroom, and the squawling almost broke my eardrums. Arafat was roaring like a tiger, and his lover yelping like a hyena.”

Munteaunu continued: “I’ve never before seen so much cleverness, blood and filth all together in one man.”

Munteaunu, wrote Pacepa, spent months pulling together secret reports from Egyptian, Jordanian and Syrian intelligence agencies as well as Romanian files.

“I used to think I knew just about everything there was to know about Rahman al-Qudwa,” Arafat’s real name, “about the construction engineer who made a fortune in Kuwait, about the passionate collector of racing cars, about Abu Amman,” Arafat’s nom de guerre, “and about my friend Yasser, with all his hysterics,” explained Munteaunu, handing Pacepa his final report on the PLO leader. “But I’ve got to admit that I didn’t really know anything about him.”

Wrote Pacepa: “The report was indeed an incredible account of fanaticism, of devotion to his cause, of tangled oriental political maneuvers, of lies, of embezzled PLO funds deposited in Swiss banks, and of homosexual relationships, beginning with his teacher when he was a teen-ager and ending with his current bodyguards. After reading the report, I felt a compulsion to take a shower whenever I had been kissed by Arafat, or even just shaken his hand.”

Do you think that might do the trick?

Would anyone like to translate this for distribution in the West Bank and Gaza?

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