Tear your hair, mourn your dead, heal your wounded, and
root out the bloody savages who shoot guns, mortars, and rockets at unarmed men
and women going about their daily lives, and slit the throats of children and
infants in their cribs.
And when you’re done with that, wrest back the Sinai
from the hands of the Egyptians, who have lost the capacity, on account of the
chaotic loss of capacity they’re calling “Spring”—or is it an intentional, a malign, unwillingness? Who’s to say? No “expert” expert enough—to prevent acts
of terror committed against you from across that magnificent Mosaic landscape
you handed over to them back in the mists of time and “Peace.”
And when you’re done with that, put the inhabitants
of Arab-occupied Judea and Samaria—and their European defenders with their
borne-in-the-blood anti-Semitism, and their sob-sister anti-Zionist American champions—on
notice: They may go to the UN, get themselves declared a State, make Ramallah their
capital—if Hamas will let them—and carry on pretending they are a noble people
poised to create a civilized nation. But you know what they’re really after is
the sight of your blood irrigating their olive groves, and you will never let
that happen.
And when you’re done with that, send the rest of the
world a message: Ha am im haGolan—the
nation is with the Golan (and the Golan is part of the nation)—and you won’t be passing it along to Hizballah or
Lebanon or Bashar Assad or whoever follows him in the Syrian sea of misery any
time in the foreseeable future.
And when you’re done with that, turn your tear-stained faces
toward the butchers of Iran.
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