Yesterday I wrote about politics as entertainment.  Then I looked at my day.  First thing I do every morning is look at the news.  If I’m too much in a rush, and run out, I listen to it in my car.  And then I see it in everything that happens to me.  First of all, the borders have been narrowed to almost nothing.  Not only that we don’t travel abroad but that we don’t travel within the country.  Ezi’s favorite hobby (after his car and his camera) is archeology, but we haven’t been to an archeological site in years – who wants to get bombed out of the century.  Second is guests.  Of course our kids come for dinner but the last time we had guests, my friend was shaking with fear that she would get bombed on the way home.   Took the taste out of the evening.  But the major change in my life is the overwhelming daily fear for the fate of the hostages.   Yes, yes, I have great pity for the people of Gaza – but if they let the hostages walk home it would all be over for them.  

All the evil attributed to us and our government must begin with this fact – we were attacked, and we are attacked every day.

So politics isn’t really entertainment for us –