Posts Tagged ‘dog’

Is the Goldstone Report a politically correct way to say, “What a shame Hitler didn’t finish what he started?”

Wednesday, October 7th, 2009

The Goldstone report reminded me that many years ago I was sitting on the lawn with my dog, Lady. A small child came by with his mother and kicked Lady in the face. Lady squirmed and moved away. The child’s mother didn’t do anything. I asked her, what would she have done, if my dog bit the child as a reaction to having been kicked in the face? She said, I would kill the dog. Why not educate your child instead? I asked, the dog was sitting minding her business, your child attacked, so isn’t the dog entitled to defend herself? She said, no, if “it” did react, she would have killed the dog.

Why did the Goldstone Report remind me of this story? Because after Israel moved out of the Gaza strip and passed it over to the Palestinians, the Palestinians kept sending daily rockets to Shderot. And when Israel reacted in self defense, the Goldstone Report asserts that like Lady, Israel has no right to defend its school children from Palestinian rockets. Of course, Europe has great affinity with Zionist hater Islam that reverberates with its inherent thousand years old anti-Semitism. To this day, although much of Europe whispers, “what a shame Hitler didn’t finish what he started,” they do not state it loud and clear because it is not politically correct. Instead, they create a Goldstone Report, which says it loud and clear and in a politically correct fashion.

Eulogy of a mouse

Sunday, September 13th, 2009

In the early hours of the morning when I was about to go to bed, I felt I should take a walk in the garden. Three of my dogs greeted me, however, the fourth was conspicuously missing. He was sitting in the other end of the garden holding something that had a very long tail in his mouth. I forced him to give up his possession, and a limp, wet little field mouse was placed in my palm. She seemed dead. I did mouth to mouse, massaged her heart, mouth to mouse, and so on. She opened her eyes and started breathing. Her eyes seemed to look into infinity and her breathing was ragged. I started warming her little body, and she made tiny squeaky sounds. Slowly, her breathing became calmer. I enveloped her in a pink and green bubble of love, wanting her to live. Tried to pump into her my life force and healing. She lived for two hours and died peacefully. With misty eyes I was staring at her little body, the big ears, the tiny hands, the beautiful silvery fur. So perfect, so beautiful. Dead. She could have experienced motherhood, running in the fields, frolicking in the grass, following scents, so many experiences she will never have. I managed to bring her back to life for just enough time to die enveloped in love… I hope…