The strain of the war has made us lose our proportions entirely.  It’s visible everywhere, from the military pressure we’re putting on Lebanon to the amount of damage we’re discovering has been wreaked on our deserted villages.  Even our reactions are crazy.  Here’s a conversation:  My friend calls up to complain that she can’t have a meeting with me because her internet has been down since yesterday.  It’s Iran, I respond languidly.  They’ve been playing with our  computers for months.  A few days ago in the hospital, they couldn’t call up my financial records, and I can’t tell you how many other examples I could call up.  Iran? She exclaims! May their names be erased!

My word!  We’re so full of hatred we can’t think straight.  I don’t mean our foes don’t deserve our anger, but we don’t deserve to lose our heads.