It’s just after ten in the morning here on a bright, warm Autumn morning. A delightful, breezy day.
Unless you are very determined, and even if you feel very connected to events, it’s near impossible to get a meaningful sense of the sheer terror of living within range of the rocket men of Gaza. The thugs of the Hamas-dominated enclave are armed to the teeth with a rocket arsenal that numbers in the tens of thousands… and growing.
The sheer volume of the ongoing attacks is mind-numbing, and therefore of so little news value that it’s ignored – up until the point when the Gazan Palestinian Arabs get lucky and kill someone. And even then, awareness is minor unless Israel’s defensive measures exact innocent lives and the reporters and editors go back into teeth-gnashing mode.