So is Syria. Of course you know that.  And you also know that’s an advantage in physical conflict.  They drop stuff on us and we have to shoot up.  They look down and with a little help they can see a family sneaking into their house in the middle of the night – maybe to pick up their passports left behind nine months ago.  And they can bomb the daylights out of them.  Thats what happened the night before.  Two guys from the civilian patrol came with the parents to cover them and they got shot, and the house is shot as well.  

I was talking to some friends on zoom last night and they didn’t know this kind of stuff at all.  All they know is that we’re starving kids in Gaza, and it makes them feel bad.  They don’t even know that the amount of food we’ve sent in is enough to cover all the hunger in Gaza.

We, on the other hand, who are paying for this food that only gets to the guys who are trying to kill us, are paying much more for our own food.  And nobody is complaining.

Well, we are complaining, but we always complain.  Now we tend to complain a little less, and are satisfied with a little less.

The people complaining who aren’t getting much attention are the Lebanese.  They are the ones who are getting bombed by us because we’re going after the Hizballah.  Rats.  I’ve known Lebanese who have so much in common with us and I’d love to drive up to Beirut for a luxurious weekend.  I remember my in-laws scooted up to Damascus for a little getaway.  Honeymoon in Cairo.