What remains for us to do? The best thing for Israel is to achieve a total ceasefire in exchange for alleviating the blockade of Gaza.
Surely you jest, Mr. Oz. This brings to mind the old saying, “Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me”.
Israel may decide to stop the blockade of Gaza, but to couch doing so in terms of an “exchange” for anything is stupefyingly insane. Hamas honors nothing but death, it breaches every promise it makes. Even its allies don’t trust it.
This set piece reminds me of nothing so much as the cycle of family violence I used to watch play out during my years as a crisis counselor for battered women. Israel’s leaders act like traumatized family victims, willing to believe the most transparent lies in order to bring back the status quo ante.
Meanwhile the children in such families (or Israel’s citizens, in this case), traumatized too, feel impotent to do anything in the face of their deluded leadership. Some side with those in office, hoping against reality that things will be “different” this time. The others, sadder but wiser, make their own private plans for trying to maintain a safe space for themselves. But there is never a place safe enough when you have an enemy which is essentially depraved and insane.
Mr. Oz is right that Israel must protect its citizens. But “the best thing” he proposes is actually no protection at all. Israelis know this, Hamas knows this, and the immoral international press that ratchets up these events knows it best of all.
Oh the press! It loves this murderous music; the tunes give it a raison d’être. Hamas may be the composer of these obscenities but the press acts as both the conductor for the falsetto screech coming out of Gaza and the drama critic of the production.
- - - - - - - - -
A pox on both of them.
You know what happens when Israel backs down, don’t you? Hezbollah will start in from the Lebanon side. This current kabuki set-piece is just Act I. Meanwhile, the busy terrorists in Lebanon are moving the backdrops and stage pieces in for Act II.
Welcome to 2009, Mr. Obama. We wish you all the good fortune you are going to need to deal with this decades-old mess. Don’t kid yourself, sir: unless crazy-like-a-fox Iran decides to irradiate the show, it will still be going on when your children are great-grandmothers.