I have been watching the way our selection of targets in Gaza is very specific.  A Jihad leader, a team on the way to set off rockets, an arsenal.  On our end, however, the bombing seems entirely random.  

I have a friend who disagrees.  She says she has a target painted on her chest and they’re going to get her eventually.  Why a Jihad rocket team would choose a 70 year old woman who does nothing but eat and watch tv is beyond me, but she insists it is her they are after.

This example is proof that we have been driven mad by these random bombings – 

But I am on my way to comfort a mourning relative and can’t be kept home by the threat of a rocket.  Life is too precious.