I visited our friends at EI-EI-O and saw the headline of this article:Torture of Palestinians in the Heart of Romantic Landscape
Of course I had to see what kind of Torture can be performed in the Heart of Romantic Landscape, so I read the stupid thing.
Well. It has nothing to do with torture. It's about waiting at checkpoints. Apparently there are waiting lines at checkpoints and the air in Israel is dusty.
So I would like to ask Mr. Salem who wrote this article: You wanna talk about torture, Mr. Salem? I say forget the friggin' checkpoints and check out Wal-Mart. Lots of cement, no romance, no landscape, and yes, there's fear involved. Have you seen the greeters?
And good luck finding a guard (ok, salesperson) to help you. And provided that you've found what you're looking for, you drag yourself to the checkpoint (ok, cashier stand) and you're thirsty and tired and achy and there's a line of 20 cars (ok, carts) ahead of you. And you stand and wait. And wait. And wait. And there are babies crying, just like in Israeli checkpoints. And the air is dusty (well, it actually stinks of stale popcorn, but just as bad.)
And you finally get to the checkpoint for inspection (ok, cashier stand) and you see that you've picked the wrong size sheets.
At least Palestinians have a choice - stop the Jihad. Where else can I get cheap sheets, I ask you?