PA ("den palestinska auktoriteten") vägrar acceptera demilitariserat Palestina
(Jerusalem Post)
De palestinska ledarna vägrar några som helst kompromisser för att få en egen stat: de vägrar eliminera terror, samla in illegala vapen, men samtidigt ska Israel utföra allt de har lovat - om palestinaraberna gör detta. Det har varit samma sak sedan Arafat, och fortfarande har araberna inte gjort ett dyft. Trots allt är de ju konstant applåderade av omvärlden. Samtidigt som Israel blir beskyllt för allt ont.
PA har aldrig någonsin visat något annat än att de är helt odugliga att försvara landremsan utan Israel, och Israel tänker ingalunda låta Hamastan att expandera och också omfatta Judéen/Samarien. Trots det kräver PA att israeliska soldater och poliser ska lämna området. De kräver också att det ska bli kemiskt rent från judar - utan att äga landet där, en del privatägt av judar, det mesta statligt land som inte får någon egentlig ägare förrän riktigt fredsavtal har undertecknats och ett Palestina skapats.
Egentligen behöver man inte ha följt med särskilt länge för att VETA att det aldrig kommer att ske. En liten liten - men den enda - chansen hade varit om Israel och Jordanien kunde samsas och enbart producera två länder av det gamla Palestinska mandatet som var bestämt att vara det Judiska Nationalhemmet.
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Replacing Olmert to get Israel out of the corner he painted us into
Dr. Aaron Lerner Date: 3 January, 2008
The bad news is the Prime Minster Ehud Olmert has managed, by his remarks
and responses to event, to paint himself into an incredibly tight and
dangerous corner.
The good news is that as a democracy the Jewish State has the ability to opt
out of the corner without this leading to anything close to an
insurmountable crisis.
By presenting the creation of a Palestinian state as an existential need for
Israel, Olmert has stripped himself of the ability to effectively insist on
Israel many vital interests.
And his interlocutors know this.
After all, if a Palestinian state is seen as an existential need for the
Olmert team, their security concerns - and certainly any interests that are
beyond the scope of security (e.g. economic, historic/national, etc.) are of
secondary importance if addressing them means a stalemate over the
Palestinian state.
Olmert's team has also embraced the fantasy that foreign security forces
coupled with elegantly drafted verbiage can overcome the fundamental
problems that make the creation of a sovereign Palestinian state that even
marginally approaches the Bush vision impossible for the foreseeable future.
The reality on the ground both in Gaza (and the Gaza-Sinai border), the West
Bank, south Lebanon, etc. certainly provides the evidence to justify a
radical change in Israeli policy.
A change that a different Israeli head of state, not encumbered by a record
of embracing the lies that serve as the foundation of Olmert's program,
could effectively advocate and implement.
Dr. Aaron Lerner, Director IMRA (Independent Media Review & Analysis)
(Mail POB 982 Kfar Sava)
Tel 972-9-7604719/Fax 972-3-7255730
INTERNET ADDRESS:
imra@netvision.net.il
Website:
http://www.imra.org.il
G_d och San Remokonferensen
är i stort sett överens om att Israel är Judarnas Land, även om de skiljer i detaljerna. Från båda är det ett definitivt beslut, till skillnad från alla rekommendationer från FN. Alla uppgörelser mellan Israel och palestinaaraberna är dubbelriktade - ALLA kräver att araberna totalt slutar med terror, samlar in alla illegala vapen och upphör med hatpropaganda, annars har inte Israel något krav på sig att alls göra något. En väsentlig del av hatpropagandan är PLO/Hamas Charter, som måste ändras. I sitt nuvarande skick förbjuder den existensen av Israel.
G_d och jesuiterna är överens om en tes, att ändamålet helgar medlen. Så om fräscha bolsjeviker från Ryssland användes av G_d för att bosätta Israel och bygga de enda väl fungerande jordbrukssamhällena på kommunistisk bas, så må det vara hänt. Hela det nuvarande Israel byggdes av bosättare och det fungerar förvånansvärt väl. Peres skrev tills för inte så länge (någon som kan detaljerna?) att bosättningarna var helt nödvändiga - åtminstone är militär närvaro i Judéen/Samarien helt nödvändig. Han övertygade också Rabin om sammalunda. Varför han sedan plötsligt började uppföra sig som Charter - är det arabiska oljemiljarder som påverkar, som i Charters fall?
Vänstertänkare och vänstermedia är förödande överens om att "bosättare" är ett otyg. Palestinaaraberna likaså - de enda judar de med varm hand låter bo i Palestina är de som bodde där före den sionistiska invasionen vilket torde betyda att dessa lyckliga judar snart kan fira hundraårsdag, beroende lite på hur man räknar. Alla övriga judar där är bosättare.
Vid begravningen av de två israeliska pojkarna som nyligen avlivades av Abbas "säkerhertsmän" - ja, de var "bosättare" - hördes ganska föraktfulla saker om "lågländerna" eller "Staten Tel Aviv" och faktum är, att en stor majoritet av dessa stadsbor inte har sett mycket mer av Israel än en standardturist. Städer och stränder och kanske ett snabbesök i Jerusalem trots att där inte är mycket att se när den israeliska regeringen i princip har givit bort den Judiska Tempelplatsen till muslimerna, judarnas heligaste plats och på många sätt anledningen till att Israel finns och är beläget där det var beläget förr, sedan ett par tusen år innan den första muslimen uppfanns.
Hm, jag tror jag ska kopiera in en story om det här som representerar många av stadsborna där:
My Cab Ride to Beirut
By David Bogner
OK, truth be told, I didn't actually take a taxi to the capital
of Hezbollah-land.
But when I tried to arrange a cab to take me from Beer Sheva to
my home in Efrat the other night, you would have thought that
Lebanon was my destination based on the number of cab drivers who
refused to accept the fare.
It was about 10:00PM and I had long since missed my regular
carpool home. Under normal circumstances I would have either
stayed over in Beer Sheva at a local hotel or tried to hitchhike
home. But seeing as it was really late and I needed to be in
Jerusalem first thing in the morning, I decided to treat myself
to a taxi ride home.
So far so good... until the fun began, that is.
The process would begin with a call to the taxi dispatcher:
Dispatcher: Hallow!
Me: Hi, I need a taxi to come to [name of my company].
Dispatcher: No problem, where are you going?
Me: Efrat... In Gush Etzion.
Dispatcher: No problem... someone will be right there.
Within a few minutes a taxi would pull up and the driver would
ask "Where did you say you needed to go?" I would tell him,
which would result in the him saying he had to speak to his
dispatcher... getting back in his cab... and promptly driving
away.
This was repeated several times. One or two drivers asked if it
was possible to get to Efrat without entering the 'shtachim'
(territories)... while others offered excuses ranging from not
having enough gas in the car to never having heard of Gush
Etzion.
I was shocked. At the risk of generalizing, the typical taxi
driver here tends to be the salt of the earth... an Israeli
'everyman' of sorts. As a group they tilt heavily towards
mizrachi (Sephardi and eastern) origins, and even more heavily
towards the political right.
I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but it certainly
wasn't the abject horror that crossing the green line seemed to
evoke in these normally devil-may-care men.
Finally I got a driver who, after a few minutes of reassuring,
agreed to take me home.
Once we were on our way he began peppering me with a string of
non-stop nervous questions:
"How far is it?"
"Are you sure?"
What's that village over there... Jewish or Arab?"
"Arab!? Is it 'problematic'?"
"What about that one?"
"You really drive this road every day?"
"Have you ever had any problems... roadside bombs... shooting...
rocks... Molotov cocktails???"
"What the h... that was a Palestinian license plate on the car
that just passed us! I didn't know they were allowed on the
roads?!"
Oh G-d!... I see headlights behind us. Should I be worried that
it might be a terrorist following us?????!"
And on and on and on...
By the time we'd passed half a dozen sleeping Arab villages and
were approaching the southern outskirts of Hevron, the driver had
worked himself into a state of panic about terrorists who seemed
to be lurking just around every bend to turn his wife into a
widow and orphan his children.
Five or six times he reached for the same empty cigarette pack,
each time tossing it back on the dashboard in disgust. So
finally, as much as I loathed the idea of being trapped in a car
full of smoke, I suggested we pull into Kiryat Arba where he
could buy himself a fresh pack of smokes, thinking that it might
help calm his nerves.
Once inside Kiryat Arba he visibly relaxed and stared in wonder
at the neat streets lined with stone-clad apartment buildings,
parks and playgrounds.
"All these buildings have people living in them?" he asked me in
wide-eyed wonder. When I answered in the affirmative he just
shook his head and kept repeating "I didn't know... I didn't
know...". Apparently he had bought into the media version of
'the territories' where everyone lived in trailers on wind-swept
hilltops.
When we'd finally parked and gotten his smokes, I suggested he
take a short break from driving and just sit outside enjoying the
cool night air. I figured that not only would this spare me from
the stink of smoke inside the cab, but it would also give me the
opportunity to point out a nearby feature I had a hunch might be
of interest to him.
I pointed at an electric gate in a chain-link fence that was less
than 100 yards from where we were parked. "You see that gate?"
I began. "Just a minute or two beyond that gate is the Ma'arat
HaMachpelah (the cave of the Patriarchs)".
He stared at me as though I'd just told him that Abraham himself
was waiting in the dark just beyond the fence.
"Are you serious? I thought the Arabs destroyed that during the
Intifada! It still exists?!"
I explained that it had been Joseph's tomb that was destroyed by
the Arabs, and that the Ma'arat HaMachpelah was sill very much
extant.
Apparently forgetting all about the previous 45 minutes of
white-knuckled terror, the driver sprinted around the car,
reached through the window for the radio microphone, and called
his dispatcher.
"Itzik... ITZIK... you hear me?"
The click of a far-away mic was followed by a laconic, "Shome'ah"
[I hear you]
"Itzik, you'll never believe where I am. I stopped for
cigarettes in Kiryat Arba and I'm parked within a few meters of
the Ma'arat HaMachpelah!"
The dispatcher's voice burst over the radio... this time full of
excitement and now, apparently on the public channel: "Hey Dudu,
tchacho, Zvika, Hezi... everyone! Yossi's calling from the
Ma'arat HaMachpelah in Hevron!"
While this wasn't exactly true (since we were still technically
in Kiryat Arba), the response was immediate and electric. The
radio speaker began broadcasting a competing jumble of joyful
salutations from his fellow drivers in 'far-away' Beer Sheva:
"Kol Hakavod [congratulations], Yossi!"
"Zachita!" [you won!]
"Yossi, you have to say Tehilim [Psalms] for my mother at the
Ma'arah [cave]... she's having an operation tomorow. [Her name
is]... Sarah Bat Shifra... Sarah Bat Shifra... you hear me...
Sarah Bat Shifra!"
"Aizeh Gibor [what a hero!]"
"Yossi... Tell us what you see."
"Sarah Bat Shifra... Yossi, don't forget!"
"Yossi... Hazarta B'Tchuvah? [Did you become religious?]... Kol
HaKAvod!"
"How did you get there... did you get lost"
What does it look like... is it beautiful in the moonlight?"
"Sarah Bat Shifra... Yossi... Sarah Bat Shifra!"
It was like a replay of Motta Gur's famous "Har HaBayit
B'Yadainu!" [the Temple Mount is in our hands!] broadcast.
Apparently forgetting completely about how frightened he had been
just minutes before, the driver turned to me and asked if we
could go into Hevron to pray at the Ma'arat HaMachpelah.
I looked at my watch and noted that it was after 11:00PM
already... but he misunderstood the gesture.
"Don't worry", he assured me. "You're not on the meter. I have
a flat-fee voucher from your company so nobody will mind if we
take a short side trip."
I quickly reassured him, "No, it's not that. I'd actually love
to go the the Ma'arah... I haven't been there in a few months
[last time I was there was with Jameel and Psychotoddler]. But
I'm almost sure they close it to visitors at 9 or 10PM."
He looked crestfallen. He stared longingly towards the closed
gate leading into Hevron and into the darkness beyond, and asked,
"Are you sure?"
I just shrugged and said, "Look, that's what I remember. But
don't take my word for it. There's an army Jeep parked by the
gate... let's go ask them."
We quickly jumped into the taxi and drove the short distance to
the gate and pulled up alongside the idling Jeep. Yossi got out
and had a brief conversation with the soldiers. There were some
animated hand gestures from Yossi, but they were of the
disappointed sort... such as one might see in the aftermath of a
natural disaster. Lots of breast beating and placing of hands on
the head as if in despair.
A few minutes later the driver came dejectedly back to the
taxi... but instead of getting in he reached over to the recess
under the radio and fished out an embroidered velvet kippah
(yarmulke) and a well-thumbed book of Psalms with an ornate
silver cover. Without a word he strode back towards the gate and
upon reaching the chain link fence, began reciting out loud into
the darkness beyond:
"Shir Lamalot... Esa Einai el heharim... mayayen yavo ezri..."
[A song of ascents. I raise my eyes to the mountains... from
where will my help come? My help comes from the Lord who made
heaven and earth... He won't allow your foot to be moved... He
doesn't sleep... The protector of Israel neither slumbers nor
sleeps! ... ]
I sat there in the front seat listening to the taxi driver recite
the 121st Psalm into the darkness beyond the fence. Although he
occasionally glanced at the small silver-clad book in his hand,
it was clear to me that he knew the verses by heart as there was
certainly not enough light to see the small print there by the
fence.
I seemed to be the only one taking any notice of the goings on.
The soldiers sitting nearby in their idling jeep barely looked up
from their coffee and conversation... and the two or three people
standing outside the store where Yossi had bought his cigarettes
didn't even glance in our direction.
I thought to myself, 'what a funny country we live in'. We're
all terrified of the unkown / unfamiliar, but completely
un-phased by the things we know.
The secular and religious experience emotions about each other
ranging from distrust to hate because they no longer know one
another. The urbanites and settlers experience similar emotions
about one-another due to the same sort of unfamiliarity and
disconnect.
The non-political Jews and Arabs are just as wary of each other
as their more 'active' counterparts, again, due largely to the
scariness of the unknown strangers. Those that live and travel
in the territories are (mostly) at ease with commutes and
ambulations that, for some reason, fill the hearts of Israel's
city-dwellers with dread.
When my driver, Yossi, had finished reciting a few more psalms -
presumably with his fellow driver's mother in mind - we resumed
our journey, and within 20 minutes arrived outside my house in
Efrat. I asked him if he wanted a cup of coffee for the ride
back to Beer Sheva, but he shook his head and said he'd be fine.
I reviewed the return route with him and gave him my cell phone
number in case he lost his way... but I could see he was writing
it down mostly to humor me. Gone was the cloud of hesitancy and
fear under which we'd begun our trip together. In it's place was
a confident, macho mizrachi cab driver who was completely at home
in his surroundings.
Almost as an afterthought I asked him if he was glad he'd taken
the fare. Without hesitating he answered that he'd lived his
whole life in Israel... most of it in Beer Sheva... and had never
realized how close Hevron was. He told me that on his next day
off from work he was going to bring his family to pray at the
Ma'arat HaMachpelah. "My son's going into the army this year" he
confided with a shrug. "If not now... when?" *
I couldn't agree more. As I watched him drive away I couldn't
think of a better way to sum up the need for people's
perspectives to change; 'If not now, when?'
* He was quoting Hillel from Pirkei Avot. The full quote is "If
I am not for myself who will be for me. If I am only for myself,
what am I. If not now, when?"
En professor i Haifa
med ungefär samma uppfattning som jag har om regeringen Olmert, har kommenterat det jag skrev häromdagen, att judar inte får röra på läpparna om de kommer till sin heligaste plats, det judiska Tempelberget. Eftersom han bor mitt i, har hans cyniska ådra utvecklats lite längre än min:
Flash! Hannah is arrested by the SHABAK for moving her lips while praying!
http://www.israelnationalnews.com/Blogs/Message.aspx/2508
As you know, the new policy of the Olmert junta and the Israeli government is that Jews may not move their lips while visiting the Temple Mount. The reason is that the Moslem jihadniks who have been granted hegemony over Judaism's most holy place might be offended if they think any Jew up there is praying. To avoid offending their delicate sensitivities, the Public Security Minister Avi Dichter recently wrote MKs Uri Ariel and Aryeh Eldad (National Union-NRP), that no Jew is allowed to pray in any overt manner whatsoever on the Temple Mount, even if he is just moving his lips in prayer. For details, see http://haaretz.com/hasen/spages/940710.html. No, it is not a joke. It is not clear why Dichter does not save time and propose that all Jews in Israel wear yellow stars so they can be easily spotted if they pray illicitly.
Now, like you, I find this all a bit strange. After all, why limit the prohibition on Jews moving their lips to the Temple Mount? There are whole neighborhoods in Jerusalem, er - I mean al-Quds, in which there are distinct dangers that Jewish drivers might be engaged in drive-by prayings. But then again, if no Jew anywhere in Jerusalem were permitted to move his lips, then how would all those politicians lie?
The first priority now, however, should be to correct some scribe errors in the first book of Samuel. As you recall, some misconceptions have crept into the official version of events as related in the first chapter of that book. Hence, we thought we should set the record straight about what really happened there! Here goes:
There is this dude, see, named Elkanah from the tribe of Efraim, who is practicing zero population growth and refusing to drive a SUV in order to save the rain forests. His wife Hannah however wants a kid, due to her brainwashing by the patriarchal anti-feminist capitalist media. So she bikes over to Shiloh with Critical Mass in order to save energy. And while she is there, she goes into a sanctuary. But she then blatantly defies the official Israelite rules of engagement with the Canaanites and she moves her lips while inside! Well, Eli the clergydude there is outraged and he calls in the Philistine cops. They burst into the place and Mirandize Hannah.
"You are hereby arrested under suspicion of having moved your lips while standing in an occupied territory," they tell her, "and anything you say while not moving your lips can be used against you in a Sanhedrin of law."
Well, poor Hannah does not know what to do. "You idiots," she cries out at her captors, "I was just standing here minding my own business and asking the Big Guy up there to help me have a baby."
"That's it," says the police chief. "She has just settled her own fate by repeating the offense right here in front of us and moving her lips. Off to the dungeon with her!"
