BYE BYE GAZA - Barry Chamish

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and ruined life in the country, focusing on one crooked
printer and the effect he's had on me.
Because, quite frankly, I've had it with this place and so has
just about everyone else.
Though they still claim to be clinging to divine hope.
Yesterday I received a call from Tsfat. The man declared,
"I'm not worried. We'll get Gush Katif back."
"No we won't," I quickly reacted.
"When the moshiach comes, he'll return it and take care of
the Arabs."
A lovely thought, if it works for him. But the Arabs had nearly
nothing to do with the expulsion from Gush Katif. Jewish
soldiers did it all.
Blind, degraded, cruel Jews did the dirty work. And somehow
the caller missed the point. The delusion won't last the rest of
next year when these same soldiers clear out the rest of
Yesha.
Earlier today, a friend called from Kedumim. He informed
me, "Everyone here knows we're the next in line."
"So what are you doing to prepare?" I asked.
"Nothing," he replied. "What can we do?"
That's just what I heard in Gush Katif. But there was lots to
do. All that was needed was 100,000 people to fight back.
I was in Gush Katif just before the expulsion. I told a
companion that I was considering staying to help him fight
back the forces. "Where," I asked, "Is everybody sleeping?"