Pretty rough listening to the news the last 48 hours or so. First, Gaza. I sat there at the dining room table while the photographer who took the picture of the man carrying the dead boy described the scene, and there was much hand-wringing and somber outrage from various media at the idea of dropping bombs on children who were running away from where the strike a minute or so earlier had hit.
Next up, a Malaysian Airlines plane -- that poor airline -- that was shot down over Ukraine by perhaps Russian-led rebels, and there was much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth over the shooting down of a commercial airliner, and today there is the added weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth regarding whether the plane should have been flying over this particular space, which some commercial airlines had apparently deemed too dangerous, etc.
What's that old saying--something about a forest and trees? What's that other old saying--something about noses and faces and how plain they are? In other words, why can't you people see?
If it's horrible and wrong to drop bombs that kill four boys running on the beach -- and it is! it is! -- then perhaps one ought to think about the father who finds his 18- or 19- or 20-year-old son's body, or, more likely, the flag-draped coffin containing his son's body, which has been blown to smithereens?
If it's horrible and wrong to be shot out of the sky when you are experiencing the amazing modern phenomenon of commercial flight, then maybe, just maybe, it's a terrible idea to shoot down anyone's plane, anywhere, ever.
It may just be that acts of war, you see, are horrible and wrong. Here are all of these innocents teaching us this lesson--indeed, they have given their lives--and yet, you still can't see.
"When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn."