I've spent some space here ranting about the recent odious suicide bombing in Iraq. I've also mourned the toll Bush's war in Iraq took on the lives of innocent children. But I've only tangentially expressed my disgust, sorrow and horror at the many victims of Tuesday's bus bombing in Jerusalem, many of whom were children. That isn't an indication of any dismissal of the pain and suffering this louse inflicted, but rather a sense of profound sorrow, regret, and helplessness. Still, I wanted to make clear for the record that the Jerusalem bombing is just as bad -- indeed, worse -- than the other tragedies I've ranted about.
According to reports, the bomber was a husband and father. As a father myself, I simply can't fathom the unspeakable evil of a man who boards a bus full of kids knowing he'll detonate a bomb in their midst. There are no words adequate to describe this outrage.
With the cycle of violence in the Middle East once again seeming to spiral out of control, my attitude increasingly becomes "a plage o' both your houses." I have no idea what the answer is, but I think it's been amply demonstrated that violence isn't it -- whatever the justifications, it certainly isn't a solution. Yes, Israel has a right to security, and yes, the Palestinians have a right to their own state, but I've basically had it with both of them.