As Jason pointed out, Jerusalem is sacred to Jews, to Christians, and also to Moslems. Therefore, any one of these three groups would have a conflict of interest in managing the city.

So bring in some totally alien group - like, say, the Japanese or the Indians (from India - although Native Americans who haven't accepted the Jesus Way might also be a possibility.) Maybe Tibetans. Let this non-aligned group, under the auspices of the UN, manage the city of Jerusalem, maintaining fairness and "making no establishment regarding religion."

People from each of the faiths would be allowed to sightsee, worship, pilgramige, etc. But order would be observed. No attacks on others. No desecrating one anothers' sacred places.

Perhaps all property in the Holy City would revert to the international authority. Those living there might continue renting, but there would be no ownership.

Those not loving it would be offered air fare to Florida.

The virulence of some of these letters just confirms what the Broadsheet article was about - there's some serious psychological problem with people when they look at, or even think about women who are fat. Particularly white women.

Because "it's unhealthy"? Give me a break. Do you look upon a guy eating a cheeseburger with the same loathing? Or a dude riding a motorcycle in jeans and tennies? Probably not, but both of these are "dangerous and unhealthy."

Try this for deep, underlying, subconscious motivation. You're a small child and watch Mommy getting fatter and fatter AND FATTER.... Then she goes away for a few days, abandoning you. When she returns, you are no longer the center of the universe.

And it's obviously all because Mommy got so fat.

Your mileage will vary. But if fat (white) women just make you crazy with rage - try figuring out why. It isn't normal to get that angry without provocation.

Seriously, what woman is going to disrupt the holiday festivities for twinges in the shoulder, upset tummy, and feeling tired? I mean, this is how you expect to feel, what with the house being filled with relatives, cookies and candy everywhere, some fool constantly pressing egg nog (with a huge slosh of booze, no less) on you, and having to lift innumerable children, large presents, luggage, turkeys, hams, etc.

So you feel tired. Who wouldn't? So your shoulder has started to hurt. Must have been little Timmy. And you feel nauseated. Well, you know what you ate.

Are you REALLY going to spoil Christmas for everyone (and there are A LOT of them, remember) by asking for a quick lift down to the ER? Just in case? Are you?

Anonymous Coward is a fool, and doesn't seem to read well, either. Ms. Mieszkowski (thank gawd for cut'n'paste!) clearly stated that the "classic" signs of heart attack are the classic male signs. That for women, it's different.

Moreover, unfortunately for women, the signs are basically no big deal. No agonizing chest pain, or collapse, or anything that would hint that a serious, acute,life-threatening event is taking place.

And, as I noted earlier, do you really want to disrupt everyone else's festivities for that kind of triviality? On the off-chance that the symptions MIGHT mean something? But probably isn't. For which you'll receive the full ER Cardiac Care bill, regardless - how many thousands is that, these days? And just how far into debt are you already for Christmas?

So more women end up dying. According to Mr. Anonymous Coward, they deserve it.

No, I don't actually know, either, but I do know how to find out.

You've got to get politically active. Like, IN the Democratic Party. It's easy enough - show up for Party meetings, volunteer to become a precinct chair. There won't be much competition.

Seriously. I've been a member of a number of volunteer organizations over the last several years, and there's NEVER any competition. A few hard-working souls carry the organization. Probably EVERY organization. If you come in and you're willing to help, you're in, brother (or sister). I've done it, and if a misanthropic lazy ass such as myself can rise to the top, you ambitious young fellows at your keyboards can, too.

Inside the organization, you get a different view of things. You start getting into a position to not only influence policy and practice, you get to see how decisions are made and why. Many of the reasons are not good - and you can put in your two cents. After all, you're one of them, part of the organization, somebody who gets out and works for the Party. They'll listen to you, as they wouldn't to Jo Civilian, waving her sign on the street corner.

Do it. Please. The Democratic Party is in desperate need of new blood. (I think the Republican Party is DOA, on the other hand. Eventually, the zombie that remains will be put out of its misery.)