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Saturday, June 26, 2010

When Communication Betrays The Truth



(Gilad Shalit photo from Flickr titled "Day of Draft")

<<Date: Friday, June 11, 2010

Hello uncle Erwin,
This is Amir writing you after reading what you sent to my father. As you know, it was my unit and my friends who were on the ship. my commander was injured badly as a result of the "pacifists" violence. I want to tell you how he was injured so you could tell the story. it shows just how horrible and inhuman were the activists. my commander was the first soldier that rappelled down from the helicopter to the ship. when he touched ground, he got hit in the head with a pole and stabbed in the stomach with a knife. when he drew out his secondary weapon-a handgun (his primary weapon was a regular paintball gun- "tippman 98 custom") he was shot in the leg. he managed to fire a single shot before he was tossed from the balcony by 4 arab activists, to the lower deck (a 12 feet fall). he was then dragged by other activists to a room in the lower deck were he was stripped down by 2 activists. they took of his vest, helmet and shirt. leaving him with only his pants and shoes on. when they finished they took a knife and expanded the wound he already had in his stomach. they cut his ab muscles horizontally and by hand spilled his guts out. when they finished they raised him up and walked him on the deck outside. he was conscious the whole time. if you are asking your self why they did all that here comes the reason. they wanted to show the soldiers their commanders body so they will be demoralized and scared. luckily, when they walked him on the deck a soldier saw him and managed to shoot the activist that was walking him down the outside corridor. he shot him with a special non lethal bullet that didn't kill him. my commander managed to jump from the deck to the water and swim to an army rescue boat (his guts still out of his body and now in salty sea water). that was how he was saved. the activists that did this to him are alive and now in turkey treated as heroes. Im sorry if i described this with too many details, but I thought it was necessary for the credibility. please tell this story to anyone who will listen. i think that these days you are one of Israels best spokesman. my e-mail is (EMAIL ADRESS REMOVED.) Amir>>

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Briefly - the so-called "peace activists" (a.k.a. terrorists) on the "Gaza flotilla humanitarian mission" literally ripped the guts right out of the first Israeli soldier onboard the ship and similarly mercilessly attacked the others. I write about this now because I just saw the above e-mail, and I thought it was worth sharing.

As a communicator I think about language a lot, obviously. And I don't know about you, but the term "peace activist" brings to my mind images of the "flower children" of the 1960s. You remember them: an entire generation in tie-dye, getting high, with "make love not war" bumper stickers, eating organic sprouts and hummus sandwiches, driving across country in minivans. Sometimes they staged protests, like sit-ins at Columbia. And sometimes those protests turned violent. But the Woodstock era is not remembered as a generation of hate.

In contrast, today's Gaza flotilla "peace activists" are all about metal clubs and knives and disembowelment and more. They in fact share the same objectives as the terrorist gang Hamas. And when Hamas is not busy planning suicide missions (i.e., blowing up buses and pizzerias) and shooting missles indiscriminately against civilian populations in Israel, they attack innocent Palestinians as collaborators. That is the polar opposite of "peace activism" -- it is barbarism and sadism.

Not to connect this with an experience that is trivial in comparison, but I cannot help but relate to this in my own way. A long time ago I worked as a counselor in summer camp. There was another kid there who hated me. I know this because he literally said: "I hate you." In response I said, "Why?" No answer to that except eight weeks of bullying, sometimes subtle and individual and other times overt and with his friends as laughing accomplices.

Some people are just not happy unless they're hurting somebody else. But they never admit that they're sadistic. Usually they blame the victim. As Hamas, and its fellow terrorists and anti-Semites, do to Israel every day, saying every step of the way that the Jewish state is responsible for the terrorists' own murderous aggression.

I hate that this conflict - this war - exists. I hate to see anybody suffer. I feel terrible for the plight of any innocent person (Israeli or Palestinian or otherwise) who is caught in the middle of this terrible conflict. But I know that as much as I wish the problem could be solved amicably, the Palestinians are hostage to terrorists now. Generations of them have been taught to hate Israel, and the Jewish people, wholly and irrationally. And they will therefore not be satisfied with anything other than "pushing the Zionists into the sea."

This past week the Wall Street Journal ran an op-ed by Israeli ambassador to the U.S. Michael Oren about the kidnapping of Israeli soldier Gilad Shalit four years ago, in 2006. If you are not familiar with Shalit's plight, he was taken using a tunnel secretly and illegally created during a ceasfire between Hamas and Israel. Using something created during a time when Israel tried once again to make peace with terrorists.

Shalit has since been tortured and kept in solitary confinement, and his kidnapping reenacted with great joy by his takers.

Even if he does come back, Shalit will never be the same person he was when he left. Hamas, allies of the "peace activists," has used him to symbolically rape and torture Israel for the past four years, as they have with other victims that have been caught in their clutches.

May G-d have mercy on Shalit and all the innocent victims held hostage by terrorists.

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