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Subject: Who is the aggressor? Powerful lesson to learn!
The story below is from a good friend in the USA
- a senior retired US Navy Officer.
It is worth reading - until the bottom line.
The similarity to the current situation is very close.
You may want to forward it to your friends and
all USA and Israeli Government officials.
Don't bother forwarding it to the Secretary General
of the UNITED NOTHING.
Who Is
The Aggressor?
A difficult lesson
When I was in the Navy, I once witnessed a bar
fight in downtown Olongapo (Philippines)
that still haunts my dreams. The fight
was between a big oafish bar bully and a rather soft-spoken,
medium sized Latino sailor from my ship.
All evening the bully had been trying to pick
a fight with one of us and had finally set his sights on
this diminutive shipmate of mine... figuring
him for a safe target. When my friend refused to be
goaded into a fight the moron sucker punched
him from behind on the side of the head so hard
that blood instantly started to pour from this
poor man's mutilated ear.
Everyone present was horrified and was prepared
to absolutely murder this guy, but my shipmate
quickly turned on him and began to single-handedly
back him towards a corner with a series of
stinging jabs and upper cuts that gave more than
a hint to a youth spent boxing in a small gym in the Bronx.
Each punch opened a cut on the bully's startled
face and by the time he had been backed completely
into the corner he was blubbering for someone
to stop the fight. He invoked his split lips and chipped
teeth as reasons to stop the fight. He
begged us to stop the fight because he could barely see through
the river of blood that was pouring out of his
split and swollen brows. Nobody moved. Not one person.
The only sound in the bar was the sickening staccato
sound of this sailor's lightning fast fists making
contact with new areas of the guy's head.
The only sound I have heard since that was remotely similar
was from the first Rocky film when Sylvester
Stallone was punching sides of beef in the meat locker.
Finally the bully's pleading turned to screams....
a high, almost womanly shriek. And still the punches
continued relentlessly. Several people
in the bar took a few tentative steps as though they wanted to
try to break it up at that point, but hands reached
out from the crowd and held them tight. I'm not
ashamed to say that mine were two of the hands
that held someone back.
You see, in between each blow the sailor had
begun chanting a soft cadence: "Say [punch] you [punch]
give [punch] up [punch]... say [punch] you [punch]
were [punch] wrong [punch]". He had been repeating it
to the bully almost from the start but we only
became aware of it when the typical barroom cheers had
died down and we began to be sickened by the
sight and sound of the carnage.
This coward stood there shrieking in the corner
of the bar trying futilely to block the carefully timed punches
that were cutting his head to tatters...right
down to the skull in places. But he refused to say that he gave up
...or that he was wrong. Even in the delirium
of his beating he believed in his heart that someone would stop
the fight before he had to admit defeat. I'm
sure this strategy had served him well in the past and had allowed
him to continue on his career as a barroom bully.
Finally, in a wail of agony the coward shrieked
"I give up", and we gently backed the sailor away from him.
I'm sure you can guess why I have shared this
story today. I'm not particularly proud to have been witness to
such a bloody spectacle, and the sound of that
bully's woman-like shrieks will haunt me to my grave. But I
learned something that evening that Israel had
better learn for itself if it is to finally be rid of at least one of it's
tormentors: "This is one time an Arab aggressor
must be allowed to be beaten so badly that every civilized
nation will stand in horror, wanting desperately
to step in and stop the carnage... but knowing that the fight
will only truly be over when one side gives up
and finally admits defeat."
Just as every person who had ever rescued that
bully from admitting defeat helped create the cowardly brute
I saw that evening in the bar, every well-intentioned
power that has ever stepped in and negotiated a ceasefire
for an Arab aggressor has helped create the monsters
we see around us today.
President Lahoud of Lebanon, a big Hezbollah
supporter and a close ally of Syria, has been shrieking
non-stop to the UN Security Council for the past
two days to get them to force Israel into a cease fire.
Clearly he has been reading his autographed copy
of 'Military Success for Dummies Arab Despots'
by the late Gamal Abdel Nasser of Egypt.
Ever since Nasser accidentally discovered the trick in '56,
every subsequent Arab leader has stuck to his
tried and true formula for military success:
1. Instigate a war.
2. Once the war is well underway and you
are in the process of having your ass handed to you...
get a few world powers
to force your western opponent into a cease fire.
3. Whatever you do, don't surrender or
submit to any terms dictated by your enemy. That would ruin
everything! All
you have to do is wait it out and eventually the world will become sickened
at what
is being done to your
soldiers and civilian population... and will force a truce.
4. Once a truce has been called you can
resume your intransigence (which probably caused the conflict
in the first place),
and even declare victory as your opponent leaves the field of battle.
This tactic has never failed. Not once.
I don't believe this story.
It had every cliche except Hillary refusing to meet the Gold Star Mothers.
My bullshit detector was barking like a Chihuahua on Cuervo
at "big oafish bar bully."
It reminds me of a joke I heard as a kid.
Since I wasn't into politics then, I didn't get it at the time.
Two Jews are walking down the street when a gang of skinheads (we'll
say) jump them.
Over the next hour, the skinheads beat the two Jews nearly to death.
Finally, one of the
skinheads says, "Let's finish them off,"
and picks up a heavy piece of pipe.
At that point, one of the Jews pulls out a gun and shoots the skinhead with the pipe.
The other Jew says, "You let us take that beating
and the whole time you had a gun?
Why the hell didn't you pull that gun out an hour ago?" and
the first Jew says,
"I didn't want to be labeled the aggressor."
As always, I'm not passing judgement on the never-ending circle jerk.
Both sides would rather have their precious I.C.B. sand than have grandchildren.