Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Terror in the nuclear age - YJ Draiman


Terror in the nuclear age
“Let me explain to you what we – all of us -are up against. Classic warfare is fundamentally a contest of wills fought to impose so much stress on the enemy that he loses the will to fight. A war of terror has the same intent, but with a singularly insidious twist: the enemy can be anybody, anywhere. He is without uniform or identification. His targets are random. His weapon is fear. He knows no constraints. He comes in all guises, often in the dress of his victims. He seeks to shatter nerves and break morale by flaunting the impotence of the authorities to protect their people. He uses his own women and children as his shield. He seeks to goad the defender into ever-harsher counter measures so as to stoke the general hate. He goes all-out to sow despair and to brutalize the agitated hearts of the other side. And in so doing, he strives to cor­rupt the defender’s military professionalism and discipline through com­bat stress, demoralization, fatigue, boredom and overkill, the very things we have been talking about. Well” – this in a final arpeggio – “no enemy is going to brutalize our hearts, nor corrupt our military professionalism and discipline.
Do you want prevent nuclear terror? Vote for nuclear free Iran.
A terrorist state must not be permitted to possess nuclear capability.

When Israel takes defensive action for its survival. Israel would rather be condemned for its actions as a live Israel than eulogized as a dead Israel.

2 comments:

  1. A heavenly maiden with an orb of gold Sits by the Mediterranean Sea
    She gazes at the sailors and ships

    That pass by for eternity

    Who are you? fair maiden,they ask

    Whats your pedigree

    I am a Jew, she answers, and that's my destiny

    I am called Israel born of steel and fire

    I have gathered my children from many lands afar

    From East and West and South and North

    They came in multitude

    And they have made me what I am

    In everlasting gratitude

    I am their mother and they are my children

    That's how we both feel

    Israel (my name) is a reality

    That adversity could not kill.

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  2. A heavenly maiden with an orb of gold Sits by the Mediterranean Sea
    She gazes at the sailors and ships

    That pass by for eternity

    Who are you? fair maiden,they ask

    Whats your pedigree

    I am a Jew, she answers, and that's my destiny

    I am called Israel born of steel and fire

    I have gathered my children from many lands afar

    From East and West and South and North

    They came in multitude

    And they have made me what I am

    In everlasting gratitude

    I am their mother and they are my children

    That's how we both feel

    Israel (my name) is a reality

    That adversity could not kill.

    ReplyDelete