When I was a kid and stuck inside on a rainy day, all library books read, no sibling home with whom to while away the time, my mother would tell me to go bang my head against the wall. The alternative, I was told, when I questioned the advice, was to smarten up and think, for surely another solution to boredom would come to the fore. Such a clever mother and I still miss her so, but her advice was right on the money. Even today. Especially so when I recall the corollary attached.
Frustrated at times with those who would not listen to others, too stubborn or too dumb to acknowledge the value of other viewpoints, even if simply to help clarify meanings, I received another piece of folk wisdom. First, bang them on the head with a steel pole, thus gaining their attention. Then perhaps, only perhaps, will they be open to words of another. The words might be false, irrelevant or poorly phrased, or truths which make the stubborn willfully deaf person uncomfortable, but there it is. Gain attention. Proffer a bag of ice. Then try the talk again. Talk. Exchange ideas. Resolve, compromise, insist. Whatever works, but do it meaningfully, honestly, truthfully. Do not waste the attention and the energy expended in the use of the steel pole. If a stubborningly thick skull is involved, repeat as necessary until all chance is gone. Do what must be done. If all the efforts are useless, grab that steel pole again. No other choice remains. The truth must be heard, internalized and accepted, even if unpopular.
That being said, we now journey into badlands, where truth has no relevancy and denial of truth is the currency of the day. Hence, the rather large appearance of Trump on the scene. Along comes an expert, brazen liar, Trump and his bizarre thoughts, plans and handy dandy load of TNT, his well-publicized plans to dismantle the democratic structure of these here United States of America, discarding centuries of democracy, the words, and spirit of the Constitution. Not for him the legal peaceful transfer of power. Instead, he conceives a plan, acts in accordance with those plans, foments rebellion and when defeated, even as he admits it, he claims immunity, above the law. Teflon. Forever. End of story. That ending must be enforced if we and the world are to remain safe and democracy and its principles to be upheld. Steel pole anyone? As many as necessary.
Next up, perpetually up, the blatant case of violent, genocidal plans of Hamas, Hezbollah, Iran, associated terrorists - never ever militants - and yes, Europeans and Americans. A most frightening turn of events and yet here it is. Legislators calling for "consequences" to Israel for defending itself, to DEMAND THE FREEDOM OF THEIR HOSTAGES their criminally held citizens, taken away, beaten, bloody, age, gender, health no matter of concern. Even as the hostages are reported almost every day with yet another dying, and of course, the victim of Israel. Never the starvation, the brutality, the isolation, the darkness, the despair. Nope, of course. Truth? Irrelevant. Unwanted. Of no value.
When questioning a child as to why he struck a classmate, I was told "He hit me first." Asked if it was the best solution, no other option, I was told that all else had failed. "Now he knows, hit me and I will hit back. He will never hit me again." He was correct, so I muttered the usual tripe, called in the parents of the original hitter, and resolved the issue - at least for that moment. At times, there is a fair loss of patience, a refusal to turn cheeks as one runs out of undamaged ones. Some respond only to steel pole therapy.
Thus, we arrive back at Israel defending itself, refusing to yet again pull back, cede hard won territory, losing so many civilian soldiers. In uniforms, called from regular jobs, versus the disguised terrorists in civilian clothing cheered on in their bestiality. Joined by those myriad "innocent" civilians eager to share in the fun, ululating and boasting of their kills and brutality. and the world shifts rather quickly to another equation, a formula wherein the victimized, the slaughtered, become the oppressors, instigators of their own deaths and the brute oppressors, the murderous scum become the oppressed.
They hide among civilians, and even now their cowardly leader shelters himself within a circle of hostages. Even as the ever-whining Gazans, complicit in the slaughter, tell stories of impending starvation, dehydration, lack of fuel and electricity, but never happening. A miracle worthy of Biblical mention. Even as one sees the starving emaciated bodies of released hostages vs the well-nourished 'refugees' along with their children constantly playing games on their constantly charged phones, in the land of no electricity, as we are told, in hospitals replete with terrorists below in their rat tunnels, their munition factories, the rooms filled with small animal cages all the better to imprison women inside. The IRC? Uh, who is that?
The truth of this matter is right there, in the open, for all to see. For those willing to see. For those who do not dwell in the scum of hatred, violent and perverted, which turns and twists the minds, and hearts, blackens the souls and deprive all of hope. Outrageous lies and activities of supporters, bought and paid for, duped, encouraged, within western countries, to interfere, to create havoc, enmesh others, are well coordinated and destructive in their results.
I am so tired of this. I am so discouraged, disheartened by this. I wonder how many out there understand. Along with hits taken on in my personal life, it is difficult at times to be human, to smile, to maintain balance, to get deeply involved in life saving hobbies and interests. To maintain hope and trust, faith in the basic decency of people. Yes, I am blessed that I know so many. Blessed that we had thirteen years with Yitzy, but how does this end? Where? When? Why? What the hell!!!
Stay close Yitzy, for we need to feel you, to feel your love, your goodness.
Hugs and kisses, my sweet boy.
Always and forever.
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