I spoke to my Father the other day about the prevalence of religious conflict in the world, and how it seems to be growing more sinister as time goes by. He wonders why I worry about such things that are so serious. As the Great Powers, then the Superpowers, now the Hyperpower don't really war with one another any longer, fanatics are turning to religion as the new hyper-nationalism. We see this especially in the Big Three: Judaism, Christianity and Islam. While it is easiest, right now, to denounce Islam with the harshest criticism, Judaism and Christianity are not without their own demons.
(I hear lamentations often about why Islam cannot be a "religion of peace" like Christianity. I find this hard to swallow from most folks, but especially from Pops: he was a history major, came out of a family heady with Irish ancestry AND lived in Birmingham, Alabama.)
I could go on about those non-Islamic demons at length, the ones we like to pretend didn't happen. (Northern Ireland, Anti-Semitism in Europe, the Serbs, Oklahoma City, Birmingham 1963 and the 16th Street Baptist Church, the Branch Davidians, James Byrd in Jasper Texas, Matthew Sheppard in Laramie Wyoming, Eric Rudolph's one man war, Pat Robertson's desire to assassinate democratically elected leaders of other nations, and the occupation of Palestine come to mind...) One particular event that occured within many of our lifetimes reared its ugly head on my computer today.
I thought I should share.
Guys and Gals, we grew up in a time of Giants. Like 'em or hate 'em, their names will ring through history loud and clear. I've spoken of this before: Thatcher, Reagan, John Paul the Great, Gorbachev and Rabin. Every name brings back memories for all of us.
But this is about Yitzak Rabin, Prime Minister of Israel.
More to the point, it is about the slime who killed him. Was the cur who pulled the trigger some renegade member of Hamas? Perhaps a Neo-Nazi? Some other enraged anti-Semite? No, he was a Jewish fanatic so caught up and deluded in his own hyper-religious fervor that he would sacrifice from his own Nation one of the Pantheon of Heroes to the altar of self-righteousness.
I wish Israel would have shown him the same justice they showed Eichmann.
For a long time, I thought they had.
Then I read, today, that the beast is not only married, well read and listening to the radio, but is also arguing for a new trial, and the right to procreate.
I know that plausability and probability were discussed earlier this morning, but stranger things have happened. Israel, do what is right to this wretch and let him rot in your prisons. Do not let his sons populate the Earth while he stole one of your best away. You owe that to Rabin.