Sunday, July 30, 2006
what a mess
The Lebanese prime minister asserted that "this is unbearable" and "we just want peace", sounding regretful just before adding that "blood calls for blood", which sure belies the first two remarks. And Simon Perez waxed melancholy about dead children. But how ridiculous of both of them. Do they seriously think anyone believes they don't know what will happen as they barrage each other with thousands of missiles? Between the endless and intense anger, lies or almost-lies, and so much disingenuousness, one wonders how this can ever be resolved.
My basic feeling is that Israel was justified in retaliating against Lebanon because, basically, how long do you try to work things out without just doing it full speed ahead. You can't have diplomatic chit-chats with people vowing to wipe you off the face of the earth. Somehow the hatred and utter determination to obliterate all jews must be changed. Until that happens, there will always be profound danger of a match getting too near the powderkeg.
Added to that, however, it is nuts to go on blowing up people. Why can't they dislike or even detest each other without it resulting in death? Perhaps someone should consider my friend's only partly jocular idea: give them all a whole lot of weapons and tell them that when the weapons are used up, whoever is left standing will be declared the winner. That, or stop shouting and shooting, and figure out how to play nicely. If not together, at least on the same planet.
My basic feeling is that Israel was justified in retaliating against Lebanon because, basically, how long do you try to work things out without just doing it full speed ahead. You can't have diplomatic chit-chats with people vowing to wipe you off the face of the earth. Somehow the hatred and utter determination to obliterate all jews must be changed. Until that happens, there will always be profound danger of a match getting too near the powderkeg.
Added to that, however, it is nuts to go on blowing up people. Why can't they dislike or even detest each other without it resulting in death? Perhaps someone should consider my friend's only partly jocular idea: give them all a whole lot of weapons and tell them that when the weapons are used up, whoever is left standing will be declared the winner. That, or stop shouting and shooting, and figure out how to play nicely. If not together, at least on the same planet.
(In case I didn't already know you were a limey - that "-ise" on the end of "special-" would be a dead giveaway. It explains part of your charm, however!)
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