Worlds

He is running fast. The pains in his calves grow warm and burn. His chest tears at him and his lungs hurt. His throat growls and his mouth is dry. He wasn't ready. These shoes will not do. The muscle is separating and his shins throw him down. He can't breathe hard enough, but he wants to scream. He falls to his knees and the rocks cut him. The air is dry and the dust enters the wounds. The tears streaming down his face push dirt, and mud falls to the earth. Nothing. He was eating, and all is consumed. He watched the fire melt his children. He saw his wife beaten and raped and then shot. The bloody mud dripping from his wrists are welcomed by the weeds beneath him. There is nothing ahead. There is nothing behind. This Earth that breathed him life will drain it away. He stands and stretches. He's a good runner; he's three miles from where he started. He's in no hurry now. He just needed a chance to think. He's thought. Now he must act.

There is a man putting up a road block. He is not worried; all the fighting is two miles away. The air is cooling to his skin and he's thinking about a girl he saw yesterday. His truck has no armor or weapons. He is not here to fight. His AK-47 is on the passenger seat, it's not even loaded. His righteousness gives him strength. His God demands he sacrifice. He wonders, 'If death be glory, then how can strength be a gift? Perhaps strength of soul at cost of body, that makes sense. Glory for my' The man stops thinking as pieces of his skull, blood, and hair arc towards the pavement as a crescent motion repeats upon his head, a fist holding a stone. He falls into a pile of himself, gloriously. The man gets into the truck and loads the AK. He drives into town.

Two children hide under their bed. They make no noise. One pulls at her hair, the pain she feels distracts her. The boy is focused on the legs. The four legs at the end of the bed, the two feet facing him, the boots they wear, worn and torn. The pants, the belt, the buckle that shakes and swings, clinking, clinking. He could grab that belt, maybe no one would notice, the five people in that room. Maybe no one would hear over the creaking of the bed, the screams of his mother.

They let her scream, they like it. The man at the door is waiting, his world is that room, that bed, that woman. The woman is waiting, her world is beneath her. The children have no world, the boy is making one. His arms extended, he leans on his sister, she is warm and soft, and he has held her before. He is pulling on the belt and holding the pants in place. The kid whose belt is being removed is not in that room. He's home with his girlfriend, she is on this bed and she is moaning. There is no one behind him, and there is no one at his feet avoiding the boots that are worn.

The man in the truck drives slowly, anyone can drive fast but a man with nothing to fear. How can anyone possibly not fear the force upon this city, unless they are the force? Explosions in the distance, waves of smoke, fires, and bullets. He hears the screams. He stops the truck and gets out. The man enters the house, his barrel before him. At the doorway to that room he sees a man whose world he's beside. The man decides to be quiet, and despite all desires to fill the doorman with all his gun's worth, the doorman's head is introduced to the stock of an AK-47. As the doorman's world goes dark and shrinks, the kid without a belt enters the room. He finds his right hand holding a pistol to a woman's head; he quickly makes orphans and turns the pistol towards the 'dispeller of road-blockers and doormen'. The man whose world is all-encompassing moves away and waits. The small caliber of that pistol couldn't shoot through a wall. The kid whose penis had just left a dying woman he's never met is startled by her last attempts at breath. He fires on her twice. One bullet hits her in the chest, the other, small though it may be in caliber, easily passes through the thin mattress. The kid turns his gun towards the doorway and tries to move away from the bed, his left leg goes nowhere and guides the rest of his body towards the floor. The boy hadn't time to tie off the belt and it slips from his hands. His world was briefly a strap of leather and a leg with a worn boot. It was not the belt that tripped this leg. This leg, whose owner wore pants at his ankles. The boy's world was consumed. What did he think was going to happen? He had to do something, but how would that have helped? Now the owner of the legs that had faced him with worn boots could turn his attention to him, to his sister. His sister whose warmth was dispersing, the warmth of her now underneath the boy, in her blood. The girl is dead and this boy has nothing.

The man had focused on that gunfire and the thud, he re-entered the doorway, his AK pointed where the kid should have been. The kid's gun was pointed where the man shouldn't be, and he fires, he fires, and he fires. The man whose world had been all-encompassing now focuses all of himself, all that he is capable of doing, and fires into the kid. The kid is killed instantly. The man falls to his knees again. Even more blood and dirt drips to the floor. The boy emerges from under the bed, covered in the warmth his sister had given him. He walks towards the man. The man looks on this boy and remembers his own son. The man thinks perhaps if he had not entered this room, they would all be alive and before the guilt can develop, and swirl, and consume his stomach, a bullet from an increasingly conscious doorman ends all his worlds. The boy charges the doorman and is cut down. Blood from his chest, from his sister finds its way across the room, across the bed, across the exposed skin of his mother. The doorman rises, dripping in the blood and sweat of all but two in this room. He walks towards the bed and pulls out the girl from underneath. She was beautiful. He lays her body next to her mother, removes his pants, and fucks her lifeless body.

Israel

Sparing the pages of argument I have simply supporting Israel's right to exist. I'll just jump to the issue at hand. Israel doesn't take shit from anyone. Though in this particular instance I don't think they are taking the right course. The funny thing is, nobody will read this, but I have a solution. That's what I'm good at, solutions that no one wants to hear.

Here is the flow;

1. Israel is surrounded by Muslim nations

2. Being a Jewish state makes Israel a constant target.

3. Israel has fought and defeated every nation surrounding it at some point, and subsequently occupied portions of them. They still occupy a portion of Syria.

This then is not a small conflict but a great potential for total war. So then, what is Israel's solution? Bomb the shit out of the only democratic country it borders.

Israel should fight, but so should Lebanon. Lebanon supposedly isn't strong enough to destroy Hizbollah. They are portrayed as innocent, and I'm inclined to agree. Their government has Christians, Jews, and Muslims in elected positions. I can't imagine there is any other middle Eastern nation that can say that, maybe no other nation on Earth. Lebanon should kick out Hizbollah. Here's where I should get my own nation and a peace prize, here's an idea; Israel should give aid to Lebanon. Like we aid Israel. Israel should give them money and weapons, and together they should drive out Hizbollah. Hizbollah having been formed in Lebanon soley as a reaction to Israel's invasion years ago, and existing solely to destroy Israel is kind of a huge bump in the road to any kind of peace. Just imagine it, Israel and Lebanon driving out Hizbollah, the Syrians would have no grounds to occupy Lebanon again, and Iran would have to shut up. Nobody but Hizbollah wants this fight, I think they should feel it.

On the other hand, Israel could play their Hulk-Smash tactics all the way into Syria, since it is Syria supporting Hizbollah, then Iran would join Syria against Israel, and since everybody is pissed at Iran right now, and it is one of Bush's axis of evil countries, I'm sure the U.S. and Britian would join. At this point Lebanon's support might not mean anything. We already have Afghanistan and Iraq consumed in war, what's wrong with engulfing the rest of the Middle East? sounds crazy? This has happened before, again and again. Where will it stop? Who knows, but the logical conclusion to the tactics employed now is that the only end is when everyone able to fight is dead. Israel makes enemies like Columbains make coffee. Every time they roll their tanks into Gaza and level school houses you get another fucking generation of suicide bombers.

Iran could very easily join this fight. To their left is American Iraq, to their right is American Afghanistan. If Syria is attacked by Israel, Israel will win. They are already on the brink with their nuke issues, self preservation comes into mind, and nobody in this area of the world seems to think negotiations, or a ceasing of attacks on other people are viable options for improving relations. Hiabollah says it just wants to trade. Ha! The only reason they have their people imprisoned is because of previous conflicts. Their only solution to conflict, is more conflict. What is needed is a bit of fucking morality.

Come on Jews. Come on. Why do you even bother to exist? I thought you were different. One of the most influential people in my life was Dr. Laura, she's Jewish. I had a precept that followers of the Jewish faith would be somewhat moral. What the fuck is this shit? STOP KILLING EVERYBODY. IF I WERE IN GAZA, OR LEBANON, OR SYRIA, OR EGYPT, AND I HAD TO WATCH YOU RUIN MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE OVER A BORDER DISPUTE OR A TOLL BOOTH, I'D FUCKING SUICIDE BOMB YOU TOO. AN EYE FOR AN EYE MOTHERFUCKERS, ITS IN ALL THE BIBLES.

America made an investment in Israel. We wanted a free state, so we payed for it. Israel, being the recipient of this money and these weapons, might realize that this is a good way to get peace. Give Lebanon aid. Give them guns, give them money. It is an investment, it is morally right. Just do this one thing. If Lebanon turns the guns on you, then by all means, turn the whole country into a glass parking lot. Don't just come out swinging. It is wrong in the eyes of God. I don't even believe in God and I know this. I am an Objectivist. My moral code is based on treating every individual with the respect an individual deserves. This always mandates not punishing the masses for the crimes of the few. Since I believe it is morally justified to kill off the Hizbollah, but not regular type Lebanese, one would need Lebanese support. Just think of it like Israel hiring Lebanon to get rid of Hizbollah.

Well, that's all I got right now, its 4:54 am so I'm not perfectly fluent.