Posted by
Phil Kaster on Tuesday, July 25, 2006 9:58:39 AM
I have a friend who was stabbed by a shirt pin wielded by an unidentified assailant a few years ago. A little while later the shirt pin attacker struck again, we could do nothing it seemed, the attacker slipped away and blended into the crowd. Later still the stabs became more frequent and another in his family was also attacked. What is going on we said, who is doing this and why?
One day about a year ago, he got a note stuffed in his mailbox; you’ve seen the kind made up of cut out letters from the newspaper and magazines. The note said, “Either you and your family leave the neighborhood, or we will kill you all.”
We appealed to the police for help in finding the assailant. They told us that without positive identification and others reporting the same thing that they were unable to help. The perpetrator had to be caught in the act, and since we didn’t know who was doing this we were stymied. The police suggested that they stay away from the places where the stabbings occurred, and besides the wounds were only pinpricks and he and his family were strong so they should be able to accept the abuse.
His neighbors were sympathetic, but were unable to assist, for they had their own problems to solve, and besides, they were not being stuck by pins.
The stabs now became more frequent and the invisible attacker now appeared to be using a hatpin. The resulting wounds were more painful, but still somewhat minor. The wounds took longer to heal and eventually turned to very small scars. I was becoming more concerned for my friend, and I watched him walk down the street toward his home sort of waving his arms in a somewhat exaggerated manner, perhaps, fending off the invisible attacker.
Suddenly, the aggressor became more bold, he began using a thin bladed filet knife. Inflicting more severe and deeper wounds that bled for a longer time and were very painful. I asked my friend if perhaps he should move from his ancestral home.
But he said, “No, no, no! This is the home my great-grandfather built. My grandfather, father and I were born here. It is where we live; we will not be driven from our home by a loathsome enemy who will not show himself. He is evidently a coward, for he does not fight fairly. He threatens us with death, yet, he is only able to inflict small painful stabs that attempt to wear us down. He wants to take my freedom away. To make me afraid to go outside into the sunshine, fearing an attack. So, he hides in the crowd, cowering to avoid detection, yet not tough enough to face me man to man. I will not give in to such a coward, even unto my own death.”
My friend took up exercise, and agility training to strengthen himself. And so, one day after suffering a multitude of pin pricks, and small knife stabs, my friend armed himself with a hidden knife. When he felt the stab, he whirled and struck in the direction of the attacker. The arm of the attacker was injured and he dropped his small knife. My friend had his foe on the ground and kicked him. The man cried out “Why are you doing this to me? Help me, save me from this madman. (And whispering so only my friend could hear “I have done you no real harm, only small pricks and stabs that easily healed.”) The attacker continued loudly, “You are strong, I am weak.” (And again whispered, “I will not give up, I want the land you have, and I will have it for nothing.”)
My friend replied, “I have lain awake many long hours at night thinking of this moment, when I have found the criminal who has been my nemesis. You remind me of a rat, a loathsome creature that lives on the leavings of others, carrying pestilence and disease to all who you meet. A scavenger that revels in the garbage in the dark, furtively waiting until it can attack and then slip into a hole to hide. I shall deal you a deadly blow and eliminate any possibility of a return to the way things were.”
The people on the street were alarmed and called for help. The police arrived before my friend could eliminate the attacker…
Do you want to know how this story ends? Well, so do I. Perhaps the story seems slightly familiar?
Think of my friend as Israel. His attacker are of course terrorists (Hezbollah, Hamas, Iran, Syria, and vast the array of “Islamic Jihad” rebels around the world attempting to thwart freedom and impose their own brand of despotic rule, governed by mullahs who would rather cut off your head than allow you to speak truth) want to deny them a place to live that the Israelis have built from sand and rock.
The terrorists have a twisted belief that the people who live there deserve to die because, well, just because that’s what they believe. This has been going on now for almost 60 years, and the terrorism is spreading to others of our neighbors who have their heads in the sand. Unfortunately, when one’s head is in the sand it leaves one’s hind parts very exposed.
And that my friends is the state of the European Union, trying to pretend that train bombings in Spain and England killing and injuring hundreds were simply home grown little boys unhappy with their acceptance by the natives. When in fact they were terrorist groomed by the local fire breathing imam for no reason other than it would cause damage to the terrorists avowed enemies (in other words the West.)
There is no playing nice with these lunatics; I cannot bring myself to call them normal human beings. What sane person could possibly believe that 72 (pick a number I’ve heard from 17 to 72) virgins await to be delivered by Allah upon blowing oneself up in the process of injuring and killing the infidel? What do the female bombers get? As John Stossel would say “give me a break.”
I am truly disgusted with the political correctness the media cling to, in an apparent attempt to exempt themselves from any potential jihadist damage themselves. What self-serving poppycock. Either get in the battle or stand by the curb and weep, but do not call yourself a patriot when action is called for and the best you can muster is hand-wringing.
Seems To Me that we have lost our sense of outrage. Have we become so inured in the face of hostilities and other insanities in this world that when a friend has been stabbed repeatedly by a mutual enemy we fail to leap to the friend’s defense, or our own for that matter? Our friends the Israelis face constant attack from rockets, rifle fire, tunneling and capturing soldiers, killing defenseless civilians, terrorist bombings, and repeated repudiation of cease-fire agreements and much more. It quite simply can no longer be countenanced.
The UN (read police in the above story) is unable to reach agreement on just about anything of importance, how can we expect them to actually do anything of lasting value. And somehow the Israelis have always been the ones called on the carpet when they are only responding to their citizens being decimated by terrorist bombings, and rocket fire. Resolutions are ignored by the terrorists with impunity, the Secretary General says he believes that the leader of the terrorists is stating the truth when he says he will disarm. The UN is a pitiful sham being run by a bunch of bullies whose vote is counted as if it means something. If it weren’t for Ambassador Bolton there would be very little of value said in the Security Council chamber on given day.
The only truth the terrorists have ever stated is what Ahmadinejad, the President of Iran (no less, and in fact, all the other terrorist leaders) constantly bray, “Israel must be destroyed.”
I’m sure he continues to deny any involvement in the hostage taking back in Carter’s days. Even if he wasn’t one of the hostage-takers he would have liked to have been there in retrospect.
It is time to stop the partisan bickering and stand together to defeat this real threat to our way of life.
You must realize that our children and grandchildren will be the ones who will eventually pay the price of our unwillingness to fight now. They will be the ones who will be wearing burqas, they will be the ones on hands and knees facing Mecca five times a day, they will be the ones living under Shira law that treats women as chattel and all others as subject to the whim of the Imam.
No thanks!
This is a fight that must be won.