Remember the prisoners
With everything going on in the world today, it’s hard to keep up: conflict between Lebanon and Israel, civil war (though few people will admit it) in Iraq, genocide in Sudan, starvation, abuse, an utter lack of freedom. It doesn’t matter what region of the world you look at, trouble is brewing. My mind bounces back and forth between Lebanon-Israel, Africa, and Iraq. The mystification I feel about Africa is slowly spreading to the Middle East. I find my desire to learn Arabic is increasing; lately I have been entranced by mosques with their delicate, beautiful spires and intricate designs. Perhaps it’s my subconscious trying to understand the depth of the conflicts or perhaps my ‘baby soul’ (to borrow from Neil Peart) is growing yet another facet.
I’ve suffered a bit of writers block lately, so I haven’t been able to discuss my thoughts on the Lebanon-Israel conflict and even now, when I’m experiencing a brief moment of clarity, I’m not sure I can succinctly say what it is I’d like to say. First and foremost, I suppose, I’d like to say that I feel both sides are at fault. Terrorist organizations like Hezbollah need to be taken care of but it is this blogger’s opinion that Israel has overreacted. “Overreacted” is such a poor choice of words. They have acted disproportionately. Let’s face it: Israel is the teacher’s pet that gets away with everything and Hezbollah is the playground bully. Israel got tired of Hezbollah shooting spitwads at the back of its head during math, turned around, and shoved its ruler through Hezbollah’s head. The teacher sent Hezbollah to the principal’s office for a whipping and gave Israel a nice little cuddle.
It’s actually kind of amusing to watch this situation unfold from an uninvolved viewpoint. I like to think it resembles the U.S. invading Iraq in some twisted way. Civilian casualties grow disproportionately.
That’s not to say, as I’m sure some of you stumbling across this blog will think, that I am pro-terrorism. I’m not. In fact, I’m anti-terrorism. Just wanted to clarify that in case any of you had your finger hovered over the NSA speed dial on your phone. Speaking of whom, they broke into our apartment over the weekend and stole our little chicken that was supposed to be dinner Saturday night. I hope you’re enjoying that chicken, you turkeys!
What was my point again? Certainly not to tell you about the disgusting camel cricket that invaded our kitchen Sunday. (Google it but don’t say I didn’t warn you.)
Ah, yes. The world, its hand basket, and that eternal heat wave called Hell.
Ethiopian forces are pushing into Somalia. The Union of Islamic Courts (UIC) is demanding that the Ethiopians leave. There is the threat of holy war. Again. Charles Taylor is complaining about conditions at the Hague, Joseph Kony’s mother is traveling into the wilds of DR Congo to try and talk her son into attending peace talks. African migrants die on the trek to Spain, DR Congo’s children must be protected, and so on and so forth.
It’s hard to pinpoint a topic when so many stories cry out for attention and coverage and a voice. Some days, it’s all I can do to remember the prisoners, these people trapped in war zones, these children malnourished by their own government’s greed, these lives so quickly and thoughtlessly wiped from the planet.