A World at Change
Another shorter letter today; I’m having car troubles of all things and need to take it into the shop relatively early. Five hundred days since October 7th, 2023. It may as well have been yesterday for all the time it’s felt like. At the same time, things are moving so quickly now that I genuinely cannot keep up anymore.
Bibi and our new Secretary of State Marco Rubio had a joint press conference last night that I have not had time to dissect. Friday night into Saturday morning the world held its breath as the ceasefire between Israel and Hamas teetered on the edge. Hamas released three additional Israeli hostages on Saturday: Alexander Troufanov, Yair Horn, and American-Israeli Sagui Dekel-Chen. Families torn apart and semi-reunited. Yair’s brother Eitan remains a hostage of the brutal terrorists of Hamas. Sagui saw his newborn daughter for the first time—at the age of one year and two months old now. May they all live lives of peace forever more; they deserve that much at least.
It was an oversight on my part, but I should have talked about the hostages released last week. The women and girls released in the several weeks prior went through hell, there’s no denying or downplaying that. But the three men released last week—Ohad Ben Ami, Eli Sharabi, and Or Levy—well, I can’t believe I’m about to do this, but I can’t describe their condition better than Trump: “They look like they’ve been through a Holocaust.” They were clearly starved close to death. They testified that they were kept in the terror tunnels the entire time. Hung by their feet from chains. Burned. Tortured. Deprived of light and air and nourishment.
And you wonder why I’ve lost faith in literally everything. Where was the ‘International Committee of the Red Cross’? Where was ‘Doctors Without Borders’? You spend all your time and considerable donation money on ad campaigns fretting about the Palestinians (in order to gain more donations, of course), but can’t check on their HOSTAGES? Not even ONCE? What are you good for if you can’t do the ONE thing you claim to be all about? "Humanitarian" organizations my tuchus.
But we already know why they don’t care—“Jews don’t count”. Not tortured Jews. Not starved Jews. Because they’re Jews. That’s why the Red Cross doesn’t care about their suffering. It's a 'Crusader Cross'.
I could go on and on. I could rage all night against the injustice I see all around me. Against the hate and the intolerance and the evil plaguing humanity. But where would I be at the end of all that except right back here? At some point I need to break out of this shell and actually start changing the world for the better. Or what am I even here for?
Anyway, like I said I have to get up “early”. I am under a lot of self-imposed stress. I have a surplus of plans for the future; I hope to realize at least one of them, and soon. Take care, everyone.