Thursday, June 29, 2006
1. I have been arguing for many years that there would be no alternative
to Israel's eventual complete re-conquering of the Gaza Strip and West
Bank. I argued that having a wall would do nothing to stop terrorist
attacks, including rockets and suicide bombings, unless Israel ALSO
controlled the territory on the OTHER side of the wall. Everything else
is a delusion. Nothing else will stop the violence.
Israel completely abandoned the Gaza Strip. The result was to turn the
Negev town of Sderot into the Israeli Guernica, and to trigger a wave of
murders and kidnappings. The lesson learned by Olmert is that the same
thing must be repeated in teh West Bank, so that Tel AViv and Jerusalem
will be the next Guernicas of Israel.
I coined this idea R&D = Re-Occupation and De-Nazification, of the West
Bank and Gaza.
As Israel reconquers Gaza, at least for a few moments, will the Israeli
public and its leaders at last come to their senses? As the Palestinian
terror groups, including those directly commanded by Abu Mazen, kidnap and
murder Israelis, including Israeli children, will Israelis at long last
wake up from their pipedream?
The Olmert-Peretz Military Doctrine:
"In Gaza late Wednesday, Israeli missiles also hit two empty Hamas
training camps, a rocket-building factory and several roads. Warplanes flew low
over the coastal strip, rocking it with sonic booms and shattering
2. Lying about "recognition":
3. Stifling free speech on campus:
4. Concerning the brutal murder of the Jewish boy in the West Bank:
The Israeli government is "rediscovering Jewish roots" by recreating the
conditions that produced Bialik's poem, "The City of Slaughter," a searing
condemnation of Jewish passivity, from which the following is taken.
Descend then, to the cellars of the town,
There where the virginal daughters of thy folk were fouled,
Where seven heathen flung a woman down,
The daughter in the presence of her mother,
The mother in the presence of her daughter,
Before slaughter, during slaughter, and after slaughter!
Touch with thy hand the cushion stained; touch
The pillow incarnadined:
This is the place the wild ones of the wood, the beasts of the field
With bloody axes in their paws compelled thy daughters yield:
Beasted and swined!
Note also, do not fail to note,
In that dark corner, and behind that cask
Crouched husbands, bridegrooms, brothers, peering from the cracks,
Watching the sacred bodies struggling underneath
The bestial breath,
Stifled in filth, and swallowing their blood!
Watching from the darkness and its mesh
The lecherous rabble portioning for booty
Their kindred and their flesh!
Crushed in their shame, they saw it all;
They did not stir nor move;
They did not pluck their eyes out; they
Beat not their brains against the wall!
Perhaps, perhaps each watcher had it in his heart to pray:
A miracle, O Lord . and spare my skin this day!