Am I the only person not surprised that Hamas won the Palestinian elections by a freaking LANDSLIDE? All of the news agencies are making it out to be a big shock or something. It's like...um, DUH. The Palestinian populace has been indoctrinated to support terrorism for the last 40+ years, of course they're going to vote for the party that openly supports terrorism over the party that supports it undercover.
All of these news articles have headlines like, "Hamas Wins Election--Peace Process in Peril" and other such tripe. There has never BEEN a peace process, only a piece process. Fatah supports terrorism just as much as anyone else, they just have to pretend not to so they look more legit. Well, their pretensions have come back to bite them, and maybe--just maybe--it could be that the world will finally concede that Israel can't negotiate with open terrorists whose openly proclaimed goal is to destroy the country.
But I'm not holding my breath.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Happy But Not (Or, Married People Falling Off the Face of the Earth)
When a close friend of mine gets engaged, I am very happy for her. Truly I am. Especially if it's a friend who is a bit older than me, or more jaded and cynical about the dating world, or both (though they don't necessarily go hand in hand). I'm happy for her because her simcha is my simcha, and I want my friends to be happy.
But yet.
A part of me mourns--just a little--because deep down (or not so deep down) I know the friendship will never be the same. They will sail off into the sunset in a boat trimmed with white lace and "Mazel tov!" posters, never to be heard from again, with the occasional exception of a thank-you note. Never again will she be free just to hang out with me whenever we're in the mood; never again will we be able to gab until indecent hours of the morning about anything and everything, from the most trivial matters to the most serious. There is a barrier there between us now called Marriage (or if you'd prefer, Husband) that will be"H never go away. Granted, I am pursueing the same situation myself, so it's not like I can blame them or anything, but thus is the situation.
So as I call to send my good wishes, sign endless Onlysimchas pages, attend vorts and showers, and dance my feet off at weddings, my simcha--while genuine--is ever so slightly bittersweet.
Is it just me?
But yet.
A part of me mourns--just a little--because deep down (or not so deep down) I know the friendship will never be the same. They will sail off into the sunset in a boat trimmed with white lace and "Mazel tov!" posters, never to be heard from again, with the occasional exception of a thank-you note. Never again will she be free just to hang out with me whenever we're in the mood; never again will we be able to gab until indecent hours of the morning about anything and everything, from the most trivial matters to the most serious. There is a barrier there between us now called Marriage (or if you'd prefer, Husband) that will be"H never go away. Granted, I am pursueing the same situation myself, so it's not like I can blame them or anything, but thus is the situation.
So as I call to send my good wishes, sign endless Onlysimchas pages, attend vorts and showers, and dance my feet off at weddings, my simcha--while genuine--is ever so slightly bittersweet.
Is it just me?
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