Today Â was Â a tough Â day. Â Yesterday we Â heard of the first soldier killed, then five.
Today, another thirteen. – and Â we all pray Â they will be the Â last, but we fear…Precious, Â precious Â souls. Families that will never be the same.
I keep thinking Â about how our Â leaders Â made Â every mistake possible thatÂ ensuredÂ Â that we Â come to where Â we Â are Â today.
This is the third Â bloody time (since the Â expulsion of nine thousand brave Jewish Â patriots in Gush Â Katif in 2005), that Â we Â have Â asked our finest young men to risk life Â and limb in Gaza in order to,,,it really is not Â very clear anymore. For another Â period of Â relative quiet Â until Hamas decides it is time Â for a fourth Â round?
I can just hear the Â haughty guarantees given us, that we Â are buying Â peace Â and quiet with the expulsions Â and surrender of Â 2005…Just rely Â on them..and Peres and Â Rabin Â before Sharon. It is maddening. And not one of these know it alls, have Â admitted to any mistakes – not one.
This Â afternoon Â traffic was Â stopped on a main street Â for Â an hour as a major shopping mall was evacuated due to a bomb scare – a suspicious Â object was left in a Â shop. That Â is all it takes to ruin the day for thousands of Israelis. Another small “price of peace” as Peres, the Â high priest of national delusion, Â coined it.
Interesting Â how in Ramallah they never Â pay these Â small prices Â for peace..Never a suspicious object in their Â malls.
As I was shopping in that same mall, before we were all rushed out of the complex, I Â parted with a salesperson Â with the common wish expressed Â these days, “may Â our boys be safe Â and may the enemy be crushed” I could Â see that she wanted Â so Â much to answer with a solid Amen! but I noticed how she caught herself, looked over her shoulder to the Â two Arab co workers and then muffled a tiny amen and lowered her head with a look that if captured on film could Â be the Â perfect cover of a book entitled “The price of Peace”