This, Too, Shall Pass, or, Why I Prefer Trump to Harris

A Time for Choosing 

My best and only answer to why I’d prefer Trump to Harris is that, at least if Trump is elected, the press would “do its job.” With Harris (or any Democrat, for that matter), the press is actually doing everything but its job. It’s become advocates for the party, both in terms of how they cover the candidates and what they choose not to cover. 

When a society loses the press to party loyalty, we’re in trouble. Frankly, that’s what I fear more than a Donald Trump administration. 

Trump will be gone in a while. We can recover from him. I don’t think we can recover from the corruption of the Fourth Estate.

 Once upon a time 

... the act of rescuing someone who had been kidnapped and held hostage was considered a truly noble, maybe even heroic, act of daring courage. It may even still be—unless the rescuers and those being rescued are Jewish? 

Why is that? Four Israeli hostages were rescued—Israeli military operatives literally swept in during broad daylight, knocked on doors, announced who they were, and basically said, “We’re here to rescue you." One rescuer apparently asked permission to hoist the female hostage over his shoulder. 

 

Like, pretty damn amazing, right? 

And yet. The response I’ve heard runs along the lines of, “Yes, glad they were rescued, but what about the innocent civilians who were killed during the operation?” 

Glad they were rescued . . . but?

Who talks like that?

Who thinks like that? 

One wants to ask, If it had been your son, your daughter, your grandchild who was rescued, would that be your response? If they say, "of course," why do I not believe them?

During the rescue, civilians happened to be in the crossfire. The loss of innocent life is a tragedy. Some lives were lost, but not all were innocent. Hostages were being held in people’s homes. Regular people, not military. People who cook dinner for themselves and carry on with their lives while somewhere in the house a hostage is being held captive. We'll learn--are already learning--what they endured during those months while regular people carried on with their lives downstairs.

So when the Israeli military plans its rescue strategy for hostages being held captive among a civilian population, it has to factor in the very real possibility that regular people may be at risk. 

I agree, this is tragic. But this is also intentional. This is a military tactic of Hamas. Today's Wall Street Journal has a front-page article explaining that this is the Hamas leader's strategy to gain world sympathy. Those who chide the Israeli military are chiding the wrong actor in this tragedy. 

This rescue could have gone so bad. Indeed, it almost did. The next time (if there is a next time) the military attempts a rescue it may not go as well. And who knows if this rescue portends an even worse fate for the remaining hostages?

But for just a few minutes, can we not at least look at the faces of those who were literally plucked from their corner of hell-on-earth and simply say a quiet word of thanks…and nothing else?

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Gaza Chief's Brutal Calculation: Civilian Bloodshed Will Help Hamas

June 10, 2024

Wall Street Journal 

Are We All Just Walking Each Other Home?

Is Today Poetry Saturday? 

For my birthday last month, a friend gave me a book, A Poem a Day. This morning's selection (Saturday, February 17, 2024) was by Christina Rossetti.

The book’s editor always includes a brief footnote, some bit of trivia or detail about the poet or poem. Today’s footnote said Rossetti found the world evil: “I cannot possibly use the word ‘happy’ without meaning something beyond this present life.”

I’ve always liked the few Christina Rossetti poems I’ve read. Despite a childlike quality to them, they seem to convey wisdom or insight. I didn’t know that about her, that “she found the world evil.” I guess if you think about it, it is, which is why, perhaps, the Bible says believers are called to be light in the darkness.

Anyway, today’s poem, "Up-hill," I thought quite lovely. Another variation on the Ram Dass line, We’re all just walking each other home?

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Poem a Day: Vol. 1: 366 Poems, Old and New - One for Each Day of the Year, by Karen McCosker (Editor), Nicholas Albery (Editor)

Running Out of Time

 Musings on Tim Urban's "The Tail End" (link below)

The "tail end," as in, putting our entire lifetime into perspective: the tail end of time together with parents (if they’re still with us), with siblings, with friends. 

 

As in…maybe we can only count on one hand or two how many more days we spend with these people.

As in, maybe we’re running out of time. 

A snippet from Urban's article: 

“Relationships. I’ve been thinking about my parents, who are in their mid-60s. During my first 18 years, I spent some time with my parents during at least 90% of my days. But since heading off to college and then later moving out of Boston, I’ve probably seen them an average of only five times a year each, for an average of maybe two days each time. 10 days a year. About 3% of the days I spent with them each year of my childhood. 

Being in their mid-60s, let’s continue to be super optimistic and say I’m one of the incredibly lucky people to have both parents alive into my 60s. That would give us about 30 more years of coexistence. If the ten days a year thing holds, that’s 300 days left to hang with mom and dad. Less time than I spent with them in any one of my 18 childhood years. 

When you look at that reality, you realize that despite not being at the end of your life, you may very well be nearing the end of your time with some of the most important people in your life . . . it turns out that when I graduated from high school, I had already used up 93% of my in-person parent time. I’m now enjoying the last 5% of that time. We’re in the tail end. 

It’s a similar story with my two sisters. After living in a house with them for 10 and 13 years respectively, I now live across the country from both of them and spend maybe 15 days with each of them a year. Hopefully, that leaves us with about 15% of our total hangout time left. 

The same often goes for old friends. In high school, I sat around playing hearts with the same four guys about five days a week. In four years, we probably racked up 700 group hangouts. Now, scattered around the country with totally different lives and schedules, the five of us are in the same room at the same time probably 10 days each decade. The group is in its final 7%. So what do we do with this information?”

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I don't know, honestly, what to do with this information. 

 

My parents are already long gone.

My siblings and in-laws are nearby but busy with their lives. Holidays are our best bet--one, maybe two a year?

My closest friends are nearby-ish, but like everyone, they're busy with their own lives and families.

My three adult children live out of town/out of state. We text frequently but see seldom each other. Maybe a few times a year, if we plan well. 

My (so far) one and only grandson lives out of state. He's already walking and causing all kinds of mayhem which I see in pictures and videos. I'm missing out. Should I up and move?

It's the tail end of time. 

And I'm running out of it.

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The Tail End, by Tim Urban (Wait But Why)

Time to Learn About Jewish History?

 A Little Rant 

I’m aware that I’m only slightly less ignorant than the people on the streets (mostly college age and younger) calling Israel a colonizer/oppressor/apartheid state, so I decided to try and learn its history. Websites are helpful for sort of a quick overview but can’t compare with books written by historians and researchers. 

So, on the recommendation of John Podhoretz of Commentary, I bought this old book, published in 1986, called The Siege: The Saga of Israel and Zionism, by Conor Cruise O’Brien, an Irishman and Catholic, not that it matters. His interest in the region’s conflicts began (he says in the Prologue) in the mid-fifties after Ireland became a member of the United Nations and he became a delegate and represented Ireland on the Special Political Committee, where there was an ongoing debate on The Question of the Palestine Refugees. He was seated between the delegates from Iraq and Israel. He enjoyed the Israeli delegates more than he did the Iraqis. 

It’s a long-ish book for someone like me, who reads every word and usually glances at endnotes, and I’m the kind of reader that sometimes has to sort of step back and try to get the bigger picture before working through it chapter by chapter. After skimming the chapter headings, examining some of the maps and timelines, and reading the Prologue, I followed a footnote reference at the end of Prologue which led me to the Epilogue, which is where I read this paragraph (see image). This one paragraph seems to explain in a nutshell what the protesters on the streets don’t seem to understand. 

This book was written in the early eighties, yet what the author writes in this paragraph seems as if it’s still true today. Israel’s pattern of what appears at first glance to be an “asymmetrical” military response “shocks the outside observer” because the outside observer simply can’t do math (my words, not the author's). In other words, if Israel’s military response to an attack on its citizens within its border seems asymmetrical, it’s because the loss of a thousand young Israelis is devastating if your population is already small. It's not unlike the problem with calling October 7th “Israel’s 9/11.” Numerically that’s not accurate. For October 7th be Israel's 9/11, we would have needed to have lost over 30,000 people on that day. 

Anyway, all this to say…details and accuracy and truth matters. When college kids on the streets scream “colonizer” or “oppressor,” I want to ask them to please explain what they mean. I want to see if they’ve done any reading on the issue, if they understand the history, if they’re informed. Unfortunately, I already know the answer. 

And so, the beat goes on. Jew hatred has crawled back up from the sewers. Yet for some reason, it seems even more vile than ever since it’s being spewed not by neo-Nazis but by some of our own—elites in academia, members of Congress, journalists, op-ed writers, editors at top newspapers, and perhaps scariest of all, young people: college kids, young adults in their mid-twenties, full of rage and bile, who get all their information not from historians but from memes they read on TikTok.