Update and bump to top: This story was originally posted on my blog on July 26, 2006. I have bumped it to the top of my blog because I want to reiterate these lessons for Israel, and indeed, seeing how the Obama Coronation will take place in a few days, for America.

You see, the domain name to this blog was taken over by hackers for a brief period yesterday. They put profanity on it, and pictures supporting Hamas in the Gaza strip in their fight against Israel. These hackers — most likely 20-30ish juveniles for whom puberty has yet to kick in, resulting in a teensy bit of frustration for them — are similar to the terrorist thugs, animals, really, who have no regard for anyone except themselves.

They put pictures supposedly showing “atrocities” that Israel is committing against the so-called “Palestinian” people. Well, first off, Palestine is a name which has been widely used since Roman times to refer to the region between the Mediterranean Sea and the Jordan River. In its broader meaning as a geographical term, Palestine can refer to an area that includes contemporary Israel and the Palestinian territories, parts of Jordan, and parts of Lebanon and Syria. In its narrow meaning, it refers to the area within the boundaries of the former British Mandate of Palestine (1920-1948) west of the Jordan River (taken from Wikipedia, so I can’t vouce for the veracity of this information). Got it? There has never been a “country” named Palestine. Secondly, Hamas has a bad habit of operating from Mosques, hospitals, and residential neighborhoods, thus causing the Israelis to hold back the full force of retaliation for fear of civilian casualties.

Well, Israel, I love you. I support you. But you are putting your own civilians at risk from continued rocket bombardment by not eradicating the vermin perpetuating these attacks, even if it comes at the cost of civilian casualties. As the story below illustrates, you MUST win the fight, you MUST make Hamas surrender, you MUST demonstrate a willingness to complete the task at hand by completely eradicating the terrorist faction, or putting such pressure on the civilians in the Gaza Strip that they do it for you out of fear for their own lives.

Terrorists deserve no trial, quarter, or mercy. They deserve only death, by whatever means is necessary. I fully support you in your efforts toward that end, and I wish you luck.

As for the pictures posted briefly on this domain, I’d like suggest that my users go to images.google.com and insert the search word “beheading”. I entertained the thought of posting the pictures here, but decided that it wasn’t necessary. If you choose to view the pictures, they should remind you of the nature of the enemy, and understand why their sudden and violents deaths are necessary.

Oh, and to Muslims worldwide, we have a saying here in the South. “Cull your nuts.” It means root out the crazies who claim to be like you, and get rid of them, deny them, protest against them. Otherwise we’ll think you’re all alike.

ORIGINAL STORY ——-

I was alerted to this story when Potfry, one of our Wide Awakes Radio hosts, sent it in an e-mail to our group. It’s from the Treppenwitz blog, from a post titled “A Difficult Lesson“:

When I was in the Navy, I once witnessed a bar fight in downtown Olongapo (Philippines) that still haunts my dreams.  The fight was between a big oafish Marine and a rather soft-spoken, medium sized Latino sailor from my ship. 

All evening the Marine had been trying to pick a fight with one of us and had finally set his sights on this diminutive shipmate of mine… figuring him for a safe target.  When my friend refused to be goaded into a fight the Marine sucker punched him from behind on the side of the head so hard that blood instantly started to pour from this poor man’s mutilated ear.

Everyone present was horrified and was prepared to absolutely murder this Marine, but my shipmate quickly turned on him and began to single-handedly back him towards a corner with a series of stinging jabs and upper cuts that gave more than a hint to a youth spent boxing in a small gym in the Bronx.

Each punch opened a cut on the Marine’s startled face and by the time he had been backed completely into the corner he was blubbering for someone to stop the fight.  He invoked his split lips and chipped teeth as reasons to stop the fight.  He begged us to stop the fight because he could barely see through the river of blood that was pouring out of his split and swollen brows.

Nobody moved.  Not one person.

The only sound in the bar was the sickening staccato sound of this sailor’s lightning fast fists making contact with new areas of the Marine’s head.  The only sound I have heard since that was remotely similar was from the first Rocky film when Sylvester Stallone was punching sides of beef in the meat locker.

Finally the Marine’s pleading turned to screams…. a high, almost womanly shriek. And still the punches continued relentlessly.

Several people in the bar took a few tentative steps as though they wanted to try to break it up at that point, but hands reached out from the crowd and held them tight.  I’m not ashamed to say that mine were two of the hands that held someone back.

You see, in between each blow the sailor had begun chanting a soft cadence: “Say [punch] you [punch] give [punch] up [punch]… say [punch] you [punch]were [punch] wrong [punch]”. 

He had been repeating it to the Marine almost from the start but we only became aware of it when the typical barroom cheers had died down and we began to be sickened by the sight and sound of the carnage.

This Marine stood there shrieking in the corner of the bar trying futilely to block the carefully timed punches that were cutting his head to tatters… right down to the skull in places. But he refused to say that he gave up… or that he was wrong. 

Even in the delirium of his beating he believed in his heart that someone would stop the fight before he had to admit defeat.  I’m sure this strategy had served him well in the past and had allowed him to continue on his career as a barroom bully.

Finally, in a wail of agony the Marine shrieked  “I give up”, and we gently backed the sailor away from him.

I’m sure you can guess why I have shared this story today. 

I’m not particularly proud to have been witness to such a bloody spectacle, and the sound of that Marine’s woman-like shrieks will haunt me to my grave.  But I learned something that evening that Israel had better learn for itself if it is to finally be rid of at least one of its tormentors:

This is one time an Arab aggressor must be allowed to be beaten so badly that every civilized nation will stand in horror, wanting desperately to step in and stop the carnage… but knowing that the fight will only truly be over when one side gives up and finally admits defeat.

Just as every person who had ever rescued that bully from admitting defeat helped create the cowardly brute I saw that evening in the bar, every well-intentioned power that has ever stepped in and negotiated a ceasefire for an Arab aggressor has helped create the monsters we see around us today.

President Lahoud of Lebanon, a big Hezbollah supporter and a close ally of Syria, has been shrieking non-stop to the UN Security Council for the past two days to get them to force Israel into a cease fire.

This is a tactic that Arabs have been using for years. There’s a little more analysis at Treppenwitz, and some excellent comments following the post.

Now do you see why you cannot call a truce or a cease fire in the Middle East? Someone must completely and decisively win in order for there ever to be peace in that tortured region.

TD