OUR MEDIA WILL NOT DARE SAY IT, BUT HAARETZ WILL

 

After the frightening escalation of violence, brutality and apartheid in the occupied West Bank and Palestinian territories, mostly by settlers, under the Israeli army blatant protection and guidance this article few days old seems appropriate, and more so as it comes from a prominent Israeli paper. 

  
Editorial for the Israeli newspaper "Haaretz".
The Palestinians are the best people on earth in defending their homeland!!!

Can you believe that the editorial of the largest Israeli newspaper today tells the truth about the Palestinians and that they are one of the best people on earth who rose to defend their rights after more than seventy years as if they were one man ... Continue the article so that you know how much they know the truth:
* The editorial of the Israeli newspaper Haaretz......

One of the rarest things that a living conscience exudes, and the most beautiful thing that intellectual freedom blooms with, and the best that bears fruit with a margin of mastery .... 
The author says: During the war on Gaza and the firing of Hamas missiles at us!!!
Our loss every three days is 912 million dollars in aircraft sorties, the price of Patriot missiles, the supply of fuel to vehicles, and the consumption of ammunition. Not to mention the destruction of homes, shops, cars, and factories by the rockets of the Palestinian resistance.
- We are exposed to a war that we are not running, and certainly we are not the ones to end it, especially since the Arab cities in Israel surprised everyone with this massive revolution against us after we thought that they had lost their Palestinian compass...
- This is a bad omen for the country whose politicians confirmed that their calculations were all wrong and their policies needed a horizon beyond what they thought...
- They are really the owners of the land, and who else but the owner of the land, he defends it himself, his money and his children with this ferocity and this pride and challenge...
As a Jew, I challenge the State of Israel as a whole to come with this affiliation and this adherence and rootedness to the land after we made them taste our scourge of killing, imprisonment, siege and separation, drowned them with drugs and invaded their ideas with superstitions that distanced them from their religion such as liberation, atheism and doubt... But the strange thing is that when one of them is a drug addict but he rises in defense of His land and farthest as if he was an old man with a turban and his voice was neighing Allahu Akbar.
- The armies of countries with full equipment did not dare do what the Palestinian resistance did in a few days. The mask fell off the indomitable Israeli soldier who turned to kill and kidnap and torture;
As long as Tel Aviv has tasted the rockets of the resistance, it is better for us to abandon our false dream of Greater Israel, and the Palestinians must have a neighboring state that makes peace with us and we make peace with it, and this only prolongs the life of our stay on this land by a few years. There must come a day when we pay the entire bill, for the Palestinian will be resurrected again and again and again, and he will come once again, riding his horse, heading towards Tel Aviv.

Thanks to all, stay safe and well....

THAT'S WHO WE ARE ......

 

 

*"OLD PEOPLE"*

"We were born in the 40s-50s-60s."

"We grew up in the 50s-60s-70s."

"We studied in the 60s-70s-80s."

"We were together in the 70s-80s-90s."

"We got married and discovered the world in the 70s-80s-90s."

We venture into the 80s and 90s.

We stabilized in the 2000s.

"We got wiser in the 2010s."

And we're going firmly into 2020.

"It turns out we've been through EIGHT different decades..."

"TWO different centuries..."

TWO different millennia...

“We went from phone with a carrier for long distance calls to video calls to anywhere in the world, we went from slides to YouTube, vinyl records to online music, handwritten letters to emails and WhatsApp."

"Live games on radio, black and white TV, then HD TV."
We went to Video Club and now we watch Netflix.

"We had the first computers, punch cards, floppy disks and now we have gigabytes and megabytes on hand on our cell phones or iPads."

We wear shorts throughout our childhood and then long pants, oxfords, bermudas, etc.

“We dodged infantile paralysis, meningitis, H1N1 flu and now COVID-19.”

We rode skateboards, tricycles, invented cars, bicycles, mopeds, petrol or diesel cars and now we ride hybrids or 100% electric.

"Yeah we've been through a lot but what a great life we've had  !"

They might describe us as “exannuals”; people who were born into this world of the 1950s, who had an analog childhood and a digital adult life.

Our generation has literally lived and witnessed more than any other in all dimensions of life.

It is our generation that has literally adapted to “CHANGE”.

A big congratulations to all the members of a very special generation, which will be UNIQUE."

 Commemorating precious and very true messages and life lessons that I received from a dear friend, John F. who a short time ago passed away......

*  *TIME DOES NOT STOP*

_"Life is a task that we have brought ourselves to do at home._

_When you look... it's already six o'clock in the afternoon; when you look... it's already Friday; when you look... the month is over, when you look... the year is over; when you look... 50, 60 and 70 years have passed!_
_When you look... we no longer know where our friends are._
_When you look... we lost the love of our life and now it's too late to go back._
Don't stop doing something you love for lack of time. Don't stop having someone by your side, because soon your children will no longer be yours and you will have to do something with this remaining time, where the only thing we will miss will be the space that cannot be enjoyed. than with regular friends. This time which, unfortunately, never comes back..."_ We must eliminate the "AFTER"...
After*
I call you.
*After*
I do.
*After*
I say it.
*After*
I change.
We leave everything for *later*,
as if the *After*
it was the best...
Why don't we understand that...
*After*
the coffee is getting cold
*After*
the priority changes,
*After*
the charm is lost
*After*
early becomes late,
*After*
the desire passes,
*After*
things change,
*After*
children grow up
*After*
people age,
*After*
day is night,
*After*
life is over
Leave nothing for *later*,
because while waiting for the *After*,
you can lose
the best moments,
the best experiences,
the best friends,
the greatest loves
Remember that *After* can be late.
*The day is today!*
*WE ARE NO LONGER AT THE AGE TO REPORT ANYTHING.*

I hope you have time to read and then share this message... or leave it for *Later* and you will find that you will never share it!

Always together
always united
Always brothers
friends forever

Beautiful text by unknown older author. Worth reading......

To all my friends, to all my readers, my thanks with my sympathy and my esteem.

THE LEBANESE......

 

*Damn.. It's complicated to be Lebanese 😉😊!* (Amin Maalouf) “We get attached, inevitably. Then, inevitably, we leave. Without even closing the door behind you, since there are no doors or walls. » The airplane takes off. Destination Paris, Larnaca, Dubai, Madrid, London, Geneva, Montreal. They are everywhere. We are everywhere. The dream of leaving, the fear of being uprooted, the nostalgia for a country that is moving away in its turn. Double-divorce. Laughter and tears, tranquility and unease in a perpetual rocking motion. The image of an individual lost in a makeshift airport, who pushes his suitcases and drags his dreams, in an incessant back and forth, wandering aimlessly, except that of escaping, watching some disembark by weariness and the others embark in desperation. Leave and come back. Then leave. Then come back again. Then leave. Then come back. This has been the job of the Lebanese for generations. What is it to be Lebanese? Is being Lebanese a profession? No, it's an identity, and it's the opposite of citizenship. Being Lebanese is reduced to very few things, character traits, tiny details that we recognize immediately. An overly elongated "I'm fine", a false hurried gait, the telephone in their ears, and who shouts instead of speaking, a Lebanese accent which one cannot manage to get rid of, self-proclaimed homeless people who open the champagne in the trendy restaurants, people we meet abroad and suddenly we understand that we are the same, no need for religion, no need for confession, they attract us unconsciously, but we do everything to avoid them because that they remind us too much of where we come from. And always this perpetual rocking movement between here and elsewhere, between the moment and time, this desire to devour the moment, with always the obsession to guarantee a place with his god. An oversized ego and the desire to destroy oneself in a collective. A thirst for freedom and the need to lock oneself up in community cages, everywhere, in Paris, Larnaca, Dubai, Madrid, London, Geneva, Montreal. Open communities, easily assimilated, integrated into their environment, but at the same time, closed communities that speak only of Lebanon. A faceless people because they dare not look in the mirror. Night everywhere. The darkening interior, the exterior too. Darkness is contagious, obscurantism is deadly. Mild climate, sad people. Smiles that are becoming rare, looks that are empty, and always the denial, that of living in one's own reality, in a continual flight so as not to die. Live twice as much beyond your means then suddenly switch to survival in search of a little light and bread. Promising three times more than you can deliver and finally accomplishing nothing at all. Knowing four times as much and actually not really knowing anything. Getting five times the interest on his deposits to finally see his money evaporate. Our daily life has changed overnight, a terrible, unbearable regression, of rare violence. It is difficult to realize what is happening to us. Living out of time with the impression of having everything. But in reality having nothing at all. Continue to live as if everything were normal. Impermanence of life. To feel Lebanese despite everything. Nomadic people in search of a country that fades away. Forced to reinvent itself to exist, with Lebanon both so close and so far away. We are not here to disappear. Damn, it's complicated to be Lebanese…!!! Amin Maalouf, is a famous and bright Lebanese writer, he lives in France and mostly writes in French, he has many famous books, I took the liberty of translating his few words to English, words that discribe very well the Lebanese psych, in the past, present and probably for the future, driving most Lebanese to relocate and try to survive....   As always, my many profound thanks to all, stay safe and well.