Heroic Freedom Fighters

I’m going through a “can’t read the news anymore” phase again, after reading up
on the massive wave of suicide bombs going off in Israel. A particularly nice
touch: the Saturday night bombing in Jerusalem had a
second bomb placed and timed to kill panicked, fleeing and injured civilians.
And if that weren’t enough to turn my stomach, check out
this
apologia for the murderers
by Peter Preston in the UK’s
The Guardian — published Dec. 3, mere hours
afterwards
.

Over the last couple of months, I’ve seen more than one smarmy pundit make the argument
that suicide bombers aren’t cowards. The pundits lecture us that see, there we go again, unthinkingly
slapping people with the label “cowardly”. A “rent-a-response”, as Mr. Preston calls it.
In fact, they tell us the terrorists are very brave — after all, don’t they die too?
Well, sure. Facing their date with paradise and 72 virgins with steely-eyed resolve, no doubt.

Thus we are treated to one of the oldest rhetorical tricks in the book: implicitly
define a term the way you want it to be, and then castigate your
opponents when their definition doesn’t match up favorably with yours.
Mr. Preston, Susan Sontag,
answer me this: how is it that your definition of “bravery” includes murderers of
innocent noncombatants who can’t fight back? Are you somehow muddled about the fact
that the suicide bombers died also? Confusing that for bravery, eh? A rookie
mistake at best. If someone hates his own life and longs for the eternal bliss of
the afterlife, how is he brave if he commits suicide? You’ve got it backwards: it
would be brave of him to to stay alive.

But I should not extend Mr. Preston the courtesy of thinking that perhaps he is
merely muddled — his atrocious timing and poor taste speaks for itself.
In any case, I need to spend less time reading extreme-left wing British
newspapers. There are only so many lectures on morality from Bizarro-world
that you can take in one sitting.

Elana, Adiv: keep yourselves and Mom as safe as possible. I love you always… and
it breaks my heart that the peace you and everyone else in the Middle East deserves
is still yet to be found.

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

Last night Nancy and I had dinner at Bill Fredlund’s
house. You can always count on Bill for good food, great wine, and excellent conversation.

You can also always count on Bill to invite interesting young people.
There was Andy (the heartbreakingly handsome South African), Erin (Andy’s drop-dead
gorgeous girlfriend), Jenny (cute… and possibly Jewish, if you go far back enough),
and Melanie from class (who claims to be 42… if so, she has a rapidly aging
portrait hanging somewhere in her attic).

At the last dinner (which Nancy and I missed), Andy had apparently made a few
predictions about the war in Afghanistan — all of which turned out to be
spectactularly wrong. Andy was good-natured about it though, and when Bill
put him on the spot he cheerfully made a few more predictions. Here’s hoping
he’s wrong again.

Bill also described his experience living in Italy in the 80s, when the Red Brigades
still had the country paralyzed with terror.
I’m trying to imagine how it must have been to live in Italy back then. Assign
a tough new anti-terrorism czar? Boom! he’s blown up in the middle of a piazza. Elect
a competent prime minister? Kidnapped, murdered, and left in the trunk of a car.

Eventually Italy managed to break the movement (with a little help from us).
In the end, it turned out that some of the ringleaders were extreme left-wing
university professors. Everyone knew that these professors were vocal
communists… but no one had any idea that they were directly responsible for
violence.

I find it interesting that while the Italian professors did awful, criminal things,
they at least acted on their convictions. In contrast, our very own American and
British academic extremists merely prattle on about their ridiculous world-views,
knowing full well that they live in a masturbatory fantasy world; that nobody outside
of their tiny circle cares what they think. We should all give thanks, looks like
we got the better deal.