Letters to the Editor
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@Pedinska
You know, I almost made it the airplane joke, but I thought I'd have to get into the bit about the parachute, and I figured the bar joke was quicker
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A muslim, an Irishman, and a Jew...
"I was riding my camel in the middle of the Sahara," exclaimed the Muslim. "Suddenly a fierce sandstorm appeared from nowhere. I truly thought my end had come as I lay next to my camel while we being buried deeper and deeper under the sand. But I did not lose my faith in the Almighty Allah, I prayed and prayed and suddenly, for a hundred metres all around me, the storm had stopped. Since that day I am a devout Muslim and am now learning to recite the Quran by memory."
"One day while fishing," started the Irishman, "I was in my little dinghy in the middle of the ocean. Suddenly a fierce storm appeared from nowhere. I truly thought my end had come as my little dinghy was tossed up and down in the rough ocean. But I did not lose my faith in Jesus Christ, I prayed and prayed and suddenly, for 300 metres all around me, the storm had stopped. Since that day I am a devout Christian and am now teaching young children about Him."
"One day I was walking down the road," explained the Jew, "I was in my most expensive designer outfit in the middle of New York city. Suddenly I saw a black bag on the ground in front of me appear from nowhere. I put my hand inside and found a million dollars in cash. I truly thought my end had come as it was a Saturday and we are not allowed to handle money on Saturdays. But I did not lose my faith in Jehova, I prayed and prayed and suddenly, for 500 metres all around me, it was Tuesday..."
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Thanks Bill Rubin @ 10:52. But in a strange, thanks for the insight cold chill too.
I felt SomeNYGuy's anger. Who could not have felt a chill as if his raw emotion was stab from a icicle. It made me long for some warm roaring fire.
I spent a brief stint in the early seventies on a Zionist (Giv Ot Oz (sp)) kibbutz in the occupied territory. Since 1948, the Land was considered by any as stolen and occupied with Americans arms and monies. The farm was thriving with irrigated orchards, cotton, and many various foods, such as olives. I'll never forget those anchovies, tomatoes, yogurt, etc., for breakfast. I got scared. It was just before the 1973 war. I'd been reading the red covered paperback, 'O Jerusalem' about arms smuggling etc.,...
It was a dessert in bloom, agrarian land, in the Jezreel (sp) valley. I was too emotionally wounded and numb after war. I'd taken a visit to Dachau (sp). I was seeking a communal ideal in Israel.
It was a hop into a fire.
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I agree with Glenn @ 11:25. "So many people prefer to avoid the topic altogether." GG. We always need to be sensitive. Bill Rubin mentioned I may have a vein running in my body that expresses anti Semitic harbored 'thoughts'...(my words) No. I was introduced to the Book of Psalm by a old man shortly after Vietnam.
I would cry like a baby. I wondered why? It seemed everywhere I roamed I witnessed more and more suffering and hate. I can even remember a long night trying to save a cow that almost died on a cold pitch-black night.
To make matters worse, my inexperience about animals and war was too confounding a sense of HOW ignorance about LOTS and I'd wonder...'What's in Jehovah's name is going on between the Palestinians and the Jews (I was too 'feeling' numb to process, more hate)?
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The worst: I'm not good at replacing a bovine uterus on a freezing night. The half frozen dirt and straw on the barn floor was red and muddy. I wanted to see no death ever again.
When a person or a cow is dying' I swear, I'm crying, I swear. She was a beast beyond help but I noticed she had a eye-wink reflex. Hope.
I use the word 'beast' in the beautiful animal's creaturely purpose and respectful awe.
She burped out lots of gas. Then she got upright. I always am thankful she did not die and brought milk to children and cheese for some home made bread. Cows do sit on their rear end, like cows will do. She walked with confidence to the water bucket, and then the hay-rack. I feared a relapse. I ain't a animal vet.
Bill Rubin.
I'll think.
But know I would not even wish a Kagan, a Krauthammer, a Krystol, a Giuliani, a Bush, a Rove, a Ledeen, or you or anyone to go to war. The mental burden and things a war vet will carry every day, post-war, is a heavy burden, Brother.
Have you ever imagined how exhausting it becomes to try to drag a dead human to a roaring helicopter that is GI painted to look like a hideious killing monster? A dead lump is a heavy lug.
Ya' even get to see distasteful hate art in hate atmospheres?
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The cow seemed to rose from the dead. It felt good. I was too vet-ignorant to prevent a disaster-- I was certain. Each herd of living livestock can make me shiver with a strange sort of joy that any creature is alive, whether a cow lounging in a green alfalfa field, or in appreciation for leisure coupled with a honest days work.
I remember some cold nights struggling with death and Life. A wild blend of emotions and powerful feelings can sweep over a vet like ice...but know one who eye-witnessed a war, never wants anyone to feel a sick sense (Unless your psychotic or pathologically ill) some anti-hate people express... please know that? okay.
Thanks.
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No but you can see black and hispanic pics on the TV.
One can also note that those same members of PNAC (to name a few backers);
Perles
Kagans
Libby
Cheney
Wolfowitz
Ledeen
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Had NEVER served in a war-nor have thier kids.
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Beth
No one here has stated that PNAC and AIPAC have "no relevance". Quite the contrary. However, we have also not insinuated that they are one and the same, which is also true.
What we have said is that it is apparent from the tone and single-mindedness of your comments that AIPAC is not the only issue you seem to have with people of Jewish descent.