Thursday, July 19, 2012

7 Israeli Jews Murdered, 20 Injured in Bulgaria Suicide Bombing Attack – Dearbornistan Connexn ; PLUS Trying to Be Normal; PLUS Hanging Tough


7 Israeli Jews Murdered, 20 Injured in Bulgaria Suicide Bombing Attack – Dearbornistan Connexn

Muslims are everywhere . . . and so is their jihadist desire to murder Jews and Christians anywhere. To any idiot whose head is still adorned by loads of sand, today’s suicide bombing of Israeli tour buses in Bulgaria is yet more evidence of that. And this bombing was clearly an Iranian-Hezbollah operation, as it is the 18th anniversary of the Hezbollah/Iran bombing of the AMIA Jewish Friends center in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Muslims know that 18 is a good luck number and very symbolic in Judaism because the Hebrew letters that signify the number 18 spell out the word, “chai,” or life. That’s why they did this today. Oh, and by the way, lest you think this is a far away event, it isn’t. In fact, the identity of the Muslim Argentina suicide bomber, Ibrahim Hussein Berro, was determined after his proud Shi’ite Muslim Lebanese family members living in Dearbornistan, Michigan gave DNA so he could be identified.






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Israel knew that Bulgaria was a fertile ground for terrorist plots against Israelis, but the Bulgarian government ignored calls for more security for Israeli tourists. Even if they hate Jews–and Bulgaria actually had a history of saving all Bulgarian Jewish citizens during the Holocaust–it’s bad for business, specifically Israeli tourism dollars. And, yet, they did nothing. Yes, Eastern Europe is still backward in many ways. And because of it between three and seven Israeli Jews are dead today (the reported numbers vary).
At least 20 injured after attack on Israeli tour bus at the Burgas Airport on 18th anniversary of Iran-sponsored bombing of Jewish center in Argentina; Bulgarian FM in touch with Liberman, headed to site.
Three Israelis were killed and many injured when a suicide bomber blew up an Israeli tourist bus at the airport of the Bulgarian city of Burgas on Wednesday, the 18th anniversary of the Iran-sponsored attack on the AMIA Jewish center in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
http://www.debbieschlussel.com/51836/7-israeli-jews-dead-20-injured-in-bulgaria-from-suicide-bombing-attack-on-bus-religion-of-peace-peacefulness/


Trying to Be Normal


My stomach is tied in knots. I'm tense and I can feel my heart racing. It's been so long since I had this sense of dread choking my throat. A terrorist has blown up a bus of Israelis. Not in Israel - in Bulgaria. I'm following the news. Three dead. Five dead. At least seven dead. They aren't saying children, but there were many children on the buses. And I remembered an article I had written long ago called, "Trying to be Normal." It's not my normal style - whatever that is.


It's a strange article. I thought it was strange when I wrote it - back in December, 2002...almost 10 years ago.
Trying to Be Normal 
There is a point when sadness turns to anger, when the body ceases to be numb. Even though you dread it, you know that point will come. First there is the shock that it has happened, yet again, on some sunny day when normal people don't think of despair. Then, the shock gives way to an endless need to see, to hear, to watch.


In part, you watch because you believe that if you can just see it, somehow it will be more real. But, of course, it never is. So you give up on believing that it is normal to feel this way or that way and you accept that you just need to see it. You'll worry about normal tomorrow because normalcy doesn't exist today.


As the numbers rise, as they almost always do, sadness comes next. It is the feeling of being haunted and hunted, hated to such an incredible depth that you don't think they, whoever they may be, can overcome their hatred. The waste of it all, the lives lost. The old, the young, the parents, the orphans. The perfect ones, the good ones, the brave ones. Frozen in time, leaving you to move forwards through the grief and the sadness alone.


The brutality of the attack makes you so depressed. How could someone do such a thing? How is it possible to shoot a baby, target a little boy? How can a human being explode himself intentionally next to a teenage girl, stab a pregnant woman, lynch a 67-year-old grandfather? Such anger they must have, such hatred.


Faced with the cruelty, you realize that you are as much a prisoner of their hatred as they are and that begins to call forth the anger. You cannot be the master of their feelings, but shouldn't they find a normal way to express their anger? You've been angry, you've hated, but you didn't explode yourself, you didn't shoot anyone. Is this the only way for them to get what they want? And if it is, do they have any right to it?


If you can only birth a nation on the blood of innocent children, what worth will that nation have, what compassion for others? How can it take its place in the family of nations when it is born out of hatred and death and cruelty? But that is their politics and today is for your dead and wounded. Today, it is too much to worry about their dreams for tomorrow when yours wait to be buried. Isn't it normal to focus on your own grief, you wonder? And again you remember that you no longer know quite what normal is, and that too brings forth the anger.


The anger is like those first moments when the circulation returns to a leg that has fallen asleep. It's a tingling sensation, unpleasant, sometimes dull and sometimes sharp. The more you explore it, the more painful it becomes. Is it better not to move, not to feel? Is it better to get it over with quickly by releasing it or hold it inside? Wouldn't it be a relief, just once, to scream and cry and release all the frustration and anger? Wouldn't that be normal?


You think of bombing them back, of horrible pain inflicted with the hope it will ease your pain. The thoughts bring you no comfort because you don't want to be like them, you just want it to stop. This isn't about revenge. Revenge won't bring them back, won't erase the pain, the tears, the empty chair in the classroom that will forever be his chair, her place by the window.


You'll sleep tonight, thinking that by tomorrow, maybe the anger will go away. But of course it won't. Tomorrow brings the funerals, the women wailing, the fathers standing staring off into the distance with their haunted eyes and devastated glances. A grandfather crying over the loss of two grandchildren cripples you. They haven't slept, you can see the exhaustion, but maybe that's merciful.


They are numb, beyond the anger, but not beyond the pain. Such anguish will never go away. How can it? It just isn't normal to go on after having such horror thrust upon you. Today, you'll go with the flow, and tell yourself to just get through the funerals one by one. You'll cry a little, or maybe a lot. It won't help, but you have to anyway.


The anger can consume you if you don't know when to let it go. The funerals continue, and the stories of who they were and what they were able to accomplish before their lives were cut short will bring you to your knees. You will know in death someone that you probably never had a chance to meet in life. Their dreams lay shattered in pieces on the buses and in the streets of our cities, in the stores and cafes and even on foreign shores, and you have to walk over them, or you'll never move on, move back to normal.


The newspaper shows their pictures and so you hesitate to throw it away. A pile of newspapers with names and faces that haunt you. The young mother that left behind two children, the middle-aged couple that left nine orphans. It was his birthday, and soon his wife will give birth to the child he will never see. Another generation being born, already touched by the sadness.


You stare at the faces and when you close your eyes, you can still see their smiling faces. But you can't smile now, and that too is normal. Often, in the midst of the sadness and the anger, comes the thought that it could have been much worse. It seems there is always a grenade that didn't explode, a rifle that got jammed, a plane that didn't get hit, a bomb that was found.


There's the fact that most of the people were able to move away in time or the weather was bad and so less people came to the mall. There's the bus driver who miraculously shoved him out the door, but an old woman died anyway. So you play a game with yourself and convince yourself that it is normal to be relieved because it could have been worse.


Then the guilt comes because you realize for that family, it was worse. They now live with a nightmare beyond any that a normal person could imagine and so the sadness, that never quite left, pushes away the anger. The anger won't help and the sadness won't leave. After the funerals, the sun shines or the rains come and wash the streets.


If you pass that bus stop, there are candles and flowers, but the broken glass is gone. They are already rebuilding the restaurant, newer, stronger. This time the gate might keep them out, or maybe not. Maybe a small memorial will be put there, but the carnage is what you remember, the old facade under the new paint and glass windows. The picture in your head doesn't match the image before you and your eyes insist on focusing on what you see, not on what you imagine.


And you wonder why that is normal too. Human nature pushes you to move on, when you know there are those that can't. When you stop to think about it, you realize the basic truth, the normal truth, is that until they learn to stop hating and killing, you will continue to be shocked, and saddened, and angry.


You will survive this. For a short time, you may change the routine of your life, avoid buses as much as possible, stay home, lock your doors. You may keep a radio playing and tell your children not to go to the mall.


But soon, that too will stop because the one great truth is that you want things to return to normal... until there is the shock that it has happened, yet again, on some sunny day when normal people don't think of despair.


May God avenge the blood of those who were murdered today in Bulgaria and may their loved ones be comforted among the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem.

http://israelisoldiersmother.blogspot.com/2012/07/trying-to-be-normal.html


 Hanging Tough 

I ended  yesterday's post with good news and hoped to begin today's the same way.  But it is not to be:
A shuttle bus at the Sarafovo Airport in the city of Burgas, in Bulgaria, has been hit by a terrorist -- it is believed, a suicide bomber.  An explosion tore the bus apart, at about 5:30 PM, killing at least seven Israelis and wounding more than 20.  A local Bulgarian tour guide and the bus driver may have been among the casualties.

Credit: YNet
This was one of three buses at a terminal in the airport that were picking up Israeli tourists who had just arrived; according to an eye witness, the bus blew almost immediately after the tourists, roughly 40 in number, had boarded.
There had been no intelligence about the possibility of such an attack.  But now Israeli security officials, having consulted on the situation, are warning of the possibility of additional attacks on Israeli targets elsewhere in the region of the Mediterranean.
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The Israeli Foreign Ministry is sending in a team of experts, including members of ZAKA, to work with local authorities in dealing with this situation.  The Israeli Embassy in Sofia is preparing to assist, as well.  The dead must be identified, and arrangements will be made to send those who were either injured or unharmed back to Israel as quickly as possible.
Burgas is about 400 kilometers east of the Bulgarian capital, Sophia; situated on the Black Sea, it is a popular summer destination for Israelis.
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"All signs point to Iran" Prime Minister Netanyahu said this evening.
"Israel will respond forcefully to Iranian terror."
Deputy Foreign Minister Danny Ayalon elaborated that:
"We know what targets and tactics the Iranians use.  We are acquainted with the way they are arrayed and their wide infrastructure, and unfortunately we are also aware of their determination to carry out murderous attacks against Israeli targets."
It is not considered an accident that today is the 18th anniversary of the attack on the Jewish community center (AMIA) in Buenos Aires, Argentina, that killed 85 and wounded hundreds -- an attack perpetrated by Iran and Hezbollah. 
In this regard, it is suspected that Hezbollah is involved today as well.
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It's too early to speak definitively, but I'm picking up tentative reports about a lukewarm level of cooperation by Bulgarian officials.  One eye witness report indicated that Burgas rescue teams were tardy in arriving after the explosion.
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Our intelligence has been excellent of late, and we've managed time and time again to hold those Iranian bastards at bay. 
But this time... Damn, damn, damn. Attacks on buses evoke especially strong responses in many Israelis.
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Please Heaven, tomorrow I will have more news, including all the good things I had hoped to write today.
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© Arlene Kushner. This material is produced by Arlene Kushner, functioning as an independent journalist. Permission is granted for it to be reproduced only with proper attribution.

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