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I said it in my last post, but in case you didn’t get the message, here’s a repeat: If you’re not reading Imshin religiously lately, you need to be. As in, now.
Here are just a few reasons why:
- Israelis dancing on the roof
- The Gaza war is real
- What choice do they have?
- Gaza war ruminations
- Why is Israel doing this?
There’s more. Much, much more. What are you still doing here? Head on over there and start reading.
The Age has a fantastic backpackers travel blog, full of the kind of stories that make those of us who are backpacking junkies laugh out loud. Add a dash of sarcastic Australian wit, and you’ve got reading material that will make you want to jump on the next plane to wherever. Recommended.
Looking to read about something other than the Israel-Lebanon war? Visit New-at-This in Healthcare, a brand-new blog by a good friend of mine who is a medical student here in Montreal. Let’s give her a nice warm welcome to the blogosphere, shall we?
Update: More friends getting into the spirit of things. Here’s another from the nursing student perspective.
Imshin is fed up, and writes why:
I started this blog in 2002 because I was so upset about the lies being told about Israel all the time. Lies being told and being believed.
I don’t care any more. It doesn’t matter. We’ve always had to look out for ourselves. Today is no different.
[ . . . ]
Brave kids are fighting for us in Lebanon, getting wounded, getting killed. Whole families have been sitting underground for weeks, many others are refugees. People are being killed and wounded in their homes, thousands of homes have been destroyed. By an organization described by some foreign media as a ‘resistance movement’. Resistance against what exactly?
Against Israel’s existence. They are quite clear about that.
The situation is that Lebanon has to burn right now if Israel is to survive. I’m sorry for the people on the other side, but that is the way it is. Us or them. In that respect we are not doing nearly enough for the enemy to get the picture. No, for the enemy to cease to be.
So I’m supposed to be bothered about the usual lies being told about us by our enemies, those who wish us to cease to be? Excuse me if I don’t give a $%^&!
Read the whole thing.
I’d urge you to read Leslie’s blog even if he wasn’t my cousin. But since he is, and I haven’t linked to him yet, my horrible familial guilt is kicking in.
Here’s an excerpt from today, on the Israeli Arabs who have been killed by Nasrallah’s rockets:
So what is that? Taking one for the team? Or are Israeli-Arabs considered traders? Inconvenient obstacles? Target practice?
I urge you to make Les one of your regular reads.
The Israeli blogosphere is already reacting to the Qana strike. Here is some of what is being said:
Allison smells a rat, sensing that not all is as it may seem:
I am waiting patiently for a logical explanation of how a building gets bombed between 12 midnight and 1 AM, remains full of people and then 7-8 hours later, collapses the next morning.
Dave asks the same question:
An IDF investigation has so far found that the building in Qana fell approximately eight hours after being hit by the IAF. Some possibilities being examined are:
Hizbullah explosives in the building were behind the explosion that caused the collapse The rickety building remained standing for a few hours, but eventually collapsed.
And for something a little different, Sarah talks about what it’s like to mingle at a singles event during a war:
Just before the meal started, someone dropped a box with something heavy, such as silverware, and it came down with a crash. Everyone from the north jumped about six feet. Talk about being on edge. I felt so bad for them.
Then, as the meal began . . . well, normally the conversation between singles goes like this:
What’s your name?
Where do you live?
What do you do?
But this time, it was:
What’s your name?
Where do you live?
How many rockets have you been getting?
How many minutes of warning do you get?
Talk about surreal.
Well, Sarah, you know what they say about relationships that begin under tense circumstances…