Friday, October 13

Poor Israel.

 How can their soldiers tell an innocent Palestinian from a Hamas terrorist?  It weighs on soldiers' souls to be told they have to kill innocents to defend their country, that the only way to win is to kill innocent women, elders and children.

That's the bitch of terrorism.  That's the false lure of war.  That it's clean and righteous. That's it's an annual mowing of the lawn...

That without changing the conditions on the ground and by imposing superior force, the equation can be changed.  Friends, it can't.  The solution is not to apply more Force to a region without reason. Glorifying guns only ensures more American pain here at home.

Say it again:  the answers to contested terrritory is not won with war or segregation or bloodshed. It's not won by emboldening extremists, nor by killing innocents.

Israel Warns More Than 1 Million People to Leave Northern Gaza

  • The U.N. said that moving the approximately 1.1 million people affected within the 24-hour deadline given by Israel would have dire consequences.
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David Brooks

DAVID BROOKS

Why I’ve Been Dwelling on Dec. 23, 2000

  • ADDED:  Wise men know, you look forward for survival. Not backwards.  Poor David Brooks.  He never was a wise man, and his errors in values are so costly to his kin. His values are divorced from his preaching, and like David French, he has no foresight.  The old men of the Iraq war times should not be listened to any more. Every thing they touch dies. They would kill the future for the Young to ensure their own sad success.  Time's up, old fellas.  Move on now. Your judgment awaits you, judgers.  Your loss is on your own soul, not on Others who don't share your values. 

  • We value Freedom, Love and put family over material success that cost others their lives here at home. You worship War and death and Force, not reason. Your appetites for destruction will never be sated. So you numb yourselves to what your world has become, based on your superior values... Brooks and French (like Bush and Cheney) are stupid men who only know Force, not reason. Who can only look backwards and crow, not mourn the dead whose numbers are growing faster than the Brooks and French bank accounts.  May a more responsible mindset replace our boy warriors with wise leaders.  These two chumleys have outgrown their role, and need cleaning up after yet again.

Christian values are hard to live, Mr. Brooks and Mr. French.  Take up your crosses and join us?  Sacrifice. Live your values.  Practice what you preach. Stop storing up your grains for tomorrow, and lunching with the wealthy elite.  Do the work today that needs to be done to save lives. Words need actions.  Hoping for the best does not create Change.  Daring to dream does, if you work hard to put a foundation under the words.  Good luck men. You're going to need it, as we all are...

If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!