Dear Israel, you’ve disappointed the world. Again.
In a caged strip of land called Gaza, Palestine, now as I write this you are engaged in yet another murderous bloodletting which may result in possible and from what I’ve read very probable war crimes, committed against your Palestinian neighbors, a populace imprisoned, a populace that has done nothing to deserve this fate.
640 Palestinians killed in 12 days. What can one say … really … ah, thanks for the current ceasefire … I hope it lasts.
This is stomach turning and utter violence visited upon the innocent. A continuation of what you did in 2012. And again you use the arguably “the the most moral army in the world”, theIDF (Israel Defense Forces). Not only that, they (IDF) are also most likely among the most technologically advanced army. And they are using this advantage recklessly, snuffing out the lives of innocent woman, children, young people, old people and here or there a few of their intended militant Hamas targets by surgical and much too frequently not so surgical strikes on known hospitals, homes, and the occasional UN safe zones, you know the ones: the schools doubling as refugee centres, the ones that the UN reportedly identified for you with GPS data.
All the while some of your proud citizenry cheer your wanton action on, those who take to hill tops entertaining themselves by watching the live rocket and the air strikes, knowing the devastation it is wreaking … as jubilant as though enjoying a festive fireworks display, or is it just Schadenfreude on display?
What I see is innocent unarmed, trapped Palestinian victims with nowhere left to flee to, being terrorized by HiTech cowards who claim the moral high ground.
WTF?! Something is very wrong with this PR image (granted: Media PR is just an illusion of colored smoke and fancy mirrors).
Perhaps dear Israel your moral compass is a bit off, perhaps you’ve really gone too far this time. It is time for me to act upon my conscience. Enough already. I choose to boycott your country, products from Israel. You probably don’t need my tourist money anyhow. Choosing to boycott is but the only option left open to me as a normal thinking/feeling world citizen.
To criticize a wrong is right. I am exercising that right. I will no longer stand idly by and say nothing. What is happening, once again, is still wrong, and will never be right. And I am not alone in this reaction to what I am witness to on a daily basis by various media. I’m sick of it.
Dear Israel, that wider road you are bulldozing through your neighbors orchards, fields and yards may not be the brightest idea and perhaps you will one day realize this. After all is it not peace you claim to want?
To be blunt, please stop this madness, just stop. Please stop stealing land that isn’t yours and stop treating others the way you wouldn’t want to be treated. You could rock as a good neighbor.
Shalom … its meaning rings hollow. Wishing you all the best. A concerned human being.
It’s carnival season German style. Colorful garb, musical cacophonies, flying candy and fist fulls of confetti tossed not only prettily into the air above the heads of parade viewers, nay … sometimes this vile paper pretty is tossed directly, deliberately into the faces of the public, sometimes even savagely massaged into the hair and down the necks of the now hapless parade visitors. Some of these are even dragged from the relative obscurity of the side of the route into the middle of the action where they are ganged upon by members of the carnival cliques and suffer unspeakable carnival mayhem.
This being Rose Montag (Rose Monday), revelers take to the carnivalized streets celebrating something I understand little about. Here in Baden Wuertemberg is it also known as Fastnacht.
This little village I live in posted signage last week announcing road/street closures for today and when I asksed I was told about the carnival parade. The day is also taken off by many of the celebrants. I too had it off.
Warm up music blasted through and between the buildings of this downtown village style neighborhood and that made any sane calm thought to naught. So I decided to join the curious and hangers on. And now I have a badge as proof of my admission payment of 2Euros. I paid to be entertainingly molested by noise, color and bands of wild celebrants, most comfortably anonymous behind carved wooden masks or cheaper yet convincing synthetic copies of these cultural works of art and ancient master pieces of the season.
Below is a selection of todays ribald and raucous celebrations played out by seasoned characters, long versed and immersed in the local customs of the various cliques, groups of celebrants.