Suzanne Baroud's beautiful, heart wrenching description of the anguish in Palestine should bring tears to the hardest and stoniest of eyes. Bush utters very few words. This is a war he looked forward too. Condi Rice spews out the cruelest of all words. No truce until it is lasting. In other words, carnage come hither and mangle what you can, for until we have destroyed enough of their babies, the animals in Palestine simply will not understand.
Barack Obama is silent. In nine days he will make a statement. Make that ten days. I doubt he will disrupt the gaiety of the Inauguration to say anything substantial about war. How many more will die during the ten days that he waits to make a statement, and then what kind of statement will he make? He's concerned. He said so. The loss of human life concerns him. He's going to try to find a Labradoodle for his girls. A sheltered Labradoodle. A cast away dog with no one to love him. How sweet. He is concerned. He said so. He is a kind man. One who will stroll through animal shelters looking for that perfect pure bred doggy who some former millionaire threw out in the cold. Abandoned Labradoodles and dead babies. Those of a few of the most concerning things. Concern. It sounds so banal.
To be accurate, today Barack Obama upped the level of his feelings about the dead babies from concerned to heartbreaking. Now we are getting somewhere.