It’s raining here, anyway.
Wrong on so many levels: A Palestinian man went right past UNIFIL troops with two small children and climbed the fence into Israel–but not before he threw his two small children over the fence. One got caught in the barbed wire. Nice. So very nice. I’m sure he was just looking to escape conditions in Lebanon, but UNIFIL is awesome. They’re such a great barrier between Israel and Lebanon.
The wrong kind of rockets: Terrorists fired rockets into Israel during Independence Day celebrations, at Eilat and Ashkelon. I will link again to Bibi’s speech: We’re still here.
Funny how there aren’t any Goldstone Commissions over things like this: The Syrian death machine keeps rolling along, and yet, no one is calling for a commission to investigate Bashar al-Assad and his army over the death of civilians. I guess it only counts when the civilians are Palestinians. But no, if Assad suddenly turned his army loose on a “refugee” camp of Palestinians inside Syria, killing many, the world would still find a way to blame Israel. Probably for causing the refugee problem in the first place.
Yeah, I don’t care, I’ll still never store my writing in the Cloud: Rumors abound about Google owning the content you store on Google Drive. They won’t, but considering that absolutely nothing you do on Google is private, why would anyone want to store their private photos and documents with Google? My novel is safe and sound out of any cloud, and on various media backups, as well as paper (though I really would not relish retyping 175 pages). 48,000+ words and heading towards official novel-length. It will be done in 5-8 weeks, and I will be posting the blurb so you can finally see what it’s about–after I edit it to death and make sure I like it. Who knew I could write a dust jacket blurb? I sure didn’t.
Regarding Syria, Meryl, we can be grateful for at least one thing: the administration apparently has finally figured out that Baby Assad in fact does not have an inner reformer to unleash, and Hillary Clinton thought.
But priorities, Meryl, priorities. How can you measure a few thousand Muslim deaths at the hands of other Muslims against the far more important instances of some Palestinian bomb thrower getting shot?