And so, it is Wednesday, and my so necessary two day break is over. My somewhat selfish, though necessary break has rejuvenated me, allowed me to once again turn back to the news of the day, of the hours, even as I cringe at the thought. Hate the ugliness of it all. Yet what else to do as reality has this permanent ability to enter where not wanted and puncture all bubbles around, forcing reality back into unwilling ears, eyes, minds and hearts.
The constant drumbeat of worry re the hostages, trying to ignore the fear, from the beginning, that whatever states of life of the hostages at their initial moment of horror, the conditions inevitably worsened. From the beginning of their ordeal, hope for their survival dimmed and diminished. They have become new additions to a long, historical line of martyrs, who died al kiddush Hashem, in sanctifying the Name, for the crime of being Jewish, daring to survive, even prosper.
The initial 'trade', the sanctioned human trafficking by Hamas, their outrageous demands so cooly examined and discussed by world commentators, the internal and external pressures upon Israel to accept these terms and the imperfect, incomplete trade that took place actually signed the death warrants of those remaining, alive until not, puppets and tools of cruel beasts thinly disguised, masquerading as humans, though glaringly not so.
How to keep them alive, bother with even the bare minimum of food and water, no medical care, dragging battered and wounded, young children, ailing confused elderly, despairing fathers and sons, women yearning to be free of their agony. Just too much of a bother. The private homes of the
"Innocent civilians" which held the kidnapped were being destroyed via the might of Israel in its determination to end this endless cycle of terror and bloodshed. Cold calculations within cold hearts of devils on earth.
This constant state of fear for life had to be demolished. Once and for all. Not unreasonable, yet apparently so for Jews. No more human collateral on debts never incurred, not wanted, yet forced upon Israel and its people. So, what to do with them plagued the corrupt depraved chiefs of Hamas, and I believe, I hope and pray I am wrong, but the feeling is strong - these hostages, doomed from the beginning, are either dead or on their way. Home jails being destroyed, the tunnels increasingly endangered, fewer in number, keep the few hostages, demand the sky for them, and dismiss the rest. Raise the exchange rate, so lopsided from onset and maintain the support of the world. Simple.
Hence, the new figures. Over32 deaths confirmed and possibly, likely, at least 20 more. That would be half the hostages remaining and time is short for any survivable captives. Brutal. Heartless. Even as they ride a wave of worldwide support, of crazed mobs chanting for the destruction of Israel, death to its citizens. Almost 80 years from a Holocaust which almost achieved its dastardly goal, we now face another. The world in an awful deja vu, simply duplicates the tried-and-true behaviors of the past. Of those times. Ignore. Claim ignorance. Active participation and approval. Silent acquiescing and assistance. Whatever works.
This is a deadly game of chess, rigged from the beginning, carefully planned, a deep cut to a nation caught with its pants down, lulled into a false sense of peace as the hands of friendship and aid were many, right there in the very villages and towns decimated and massacred. A game of chess with corrupt judges who enabled the worst and even beyond. Happy days once again for Hamas, for terrorists!! But not for us. Not for justice. Not for humanity. Not for hope.
Once again doors are being closed and locked. Doors slammed shut in our faces. A blase or harsh attitude, same old, same old. Been there, done that. It will pass. Meanwhile, the world seeks advantages to be had within this ugly maelstrom of blood and hate. Unfortunately, my days of escape are over, unlike the agony of the kidnaped, the chatufim, their families, and the entire nation, mourning the dead, those to come, if the attitudes of the world do not change for the better.
Sadly, it is as if the side of right, of justice, is whistling Dixie in a northern stronghold while there are those chanting the Battle Hymn of the Republic in a rebel stronghold. Can they ever meld tunes, harmonize, and write a song of peace? Maybe someday, but not today or tomorrow or next week. Hoping, wishing, praying, dreaming, that the hostages are alive. No longer haunting me 24/7. It remains the dream of so many, but what is the reality? We will never know until, unless we trounce these creatures thoroughly, shake the world in its rather ugly complacency and acceptance of brutality until it comes to its senses and understands the idiocy and dangerous stupidity emanating from statements such as these.
Hamas’s response was “over the top”“ There is some movement, there’s been a response from Hamas,” Biden said, “but it seems to be a little over the top, and we’re not sure where it is.”
Where what is? The top? The top of what? Arrogance? Homicide? Ambitions? Chasing rainbows on a stormy day? If we do not know where the top is how do we deal with it or lower its height? Is the mountain able to be climbed? Will anyone on the mountain hear the voice of Israel calling for peace, for harmony, for an end to this ceaseless bloodshed, and for recognition that no, we will not disappear to gratify the needs of others over our survival. No more. Not now and not in the future.
Am Yisroel Chai.
The nation, the people, of Israel, live.
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Yitzy, beloved child, grandchild, brother -our longing for you remains great and deep. Be safe up there, challenge the Guy to explain and remedy the wrongs and ills of the world. Be happy and know we will always and forever remember and love you.
Always and forever. Always and forever.
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