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To: Sun Tzu who wrote (234124)	6/24/2007 11:59:06 PM
From: Nadine Carroll	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 281500

Don't be such a fool. Look at the realities, which are that the vast majority of Israelis and the majority of Lebanese would be talking only about tourism and trade, if terrorists like Hizbullah were not so strong and so well funded by Syria and Iran. Stop prattling about Israelis indoctrinating their children to hate. They don't. If it was up to the Israelis, they would have secure borders and peaceful trade. But if it was up Hizbullah, every Jew in the Mideast would be dead - and they broadcast this goal routinely on al Manar TV. Listen to the Lebanese blogger Perpetual Refugee. Last summer he was, as he says, hysterically anti-Israel, even though the Israelis he knew personally were not hating him back even though they too were under falling bombs. Since then, he has had some time to calm down and think: Friday, May 25, 2007 by nahr el bared, I sat down and nearly wept I am guilty. It is a realization that kind of scared me. Kind of. A realization that just appeared. Suddenly. When I least expected it. Yet at a time I longed for it. As I talked to relatives. Watched the news. Read the papers. Seeing the body count of Lebanese soldiers rise. My blood boiled. And when we started pounding the camp, I felt two parts relief mixed in with 1 part anxiety. I wanted to see those two square kilometers turned into high-end condominiums. When the civilian death count rose, my anxiety increased. When a terrorist blew himself up in Tripoli, my anxiety was at it's highest. No one died except him. I smiled. That's a great strategy that these idiots should all follow. Die for the cause. Sukleen can take care of the rest. And we can all get back to worrying about our neighbors to the east. And south. The Lebanese were collectively punished last summer for not being able to control a mad man who thought that kidnapping the cubs of a lioness was a game. As he hid safely like a pussy behind a chastity belt, over 1,000 Lebanese died. And the dreams of millions along with them. I hated the Israelis then. Even though I knew a lot of them personally who did not hate me back each time a missile hit Haifa. And as we collectively punished the Palestinians in their camp for not being able to control mad men who thought that killing the kittens of a declawed housecat would demonstrate their power, I felt no remorse. None. Hypocrite. They should have controlled the madmen, I thought. Then Boom. A bomb in Achrafieh. Again. A dead innocent woman. Again. Boom. Another bomb in another affluent neighborhood. Verdun. Boom. Another bomb in Aley. Here we go. The birthing pangs of our rebirth. While the mad men of Damascus started softly gloating, my numbness turned to rage. And while we exercised power over the powerless, I thought back to July of 2006. And I realized. Realized that I was guilty. Of hypocricy. The terrorists need to be eliminated. There is no question of that. Yet, unfortunately the Lebanese army can't do it. After all, the terrorists don't live in a camp by a cold river. Or in the mountains of Tora Bora. The terrorists live on a hilltop in Damascus. Just follow the sounds of laughter. And the aura of invincibility. perpetualrefugee.blogspot.com