Category: Food
Israel-Gaza: Some People Have Lost Their Minds
The Rational National points out in his normal reasonable way that holding the view that there is a difference in the worth of a Palestinian child and an Israeli child makes no sense. He also points out many incidents of Israeli soldiers killing Palestinian people, reporters, and children over the last year that received no news coverage. The video is done without sensationalism, which I appreciate. Hugs.
Breaking down the latest from the conflict, including what’s making me go crazy, a good clip from MSNBC, and where major Israeli media is correctly putting the blame.
♫ WHEN THE CHILDREN CRY ♫
Recently when I was at a very low moment emotionally in my life, I asked Jill to consider this song for one of her music posts. She agreed and wrote a wonderful post around it. While the song fills many spots emotionally as Jill wrote it was the songwriters / band’s attempt to address food shortage and war affecting children. I think in memory of the children lost on both sides of the Israeli / Palestinian conflict I would like all of us to revisit Jill’s post and again listen to the words of the song, really please listen to them. Have to go, I am crying too hard to continue. Hugs
Israel in Palestinian Gaza: Revenge is more satisfying than Peace
https://www.juancole.com/2023/10/palestinian-revenge-satisfying.html
(Special to Informed Comment; Feature) – Over the years, the United States has endowed Israel with more than $150 billion in assistance, making it possible for the Jewish state to maintain its occupation, its ethnic cleansing of the indigenous people of the land, its unremitting seizure of territory, and its settlement project, the latter of which has intentionally and drastically diminished any possibility a fair peace could ever be negotiated between the parties.
Prominent Israelis have referred to Palestinians as donkeys, crocodiles, cockroaches, snakes, psychopaths and serial killers, animals, not human, not entitled to live, shrapnel in the buttocks, they deserve to have their heads chopped off, etc., etc.1 Convinced of the truth of these slurs, Jewish settlers, protected by Israeli soldiers, have made it a practice of entering Palestinian villages where they poison wells, cut down olive trees, physically assault villagers, teach their children to throw stones at Palestinian children coming home from school, and deface buildings, mosques, and churches with slogans such as “Death to the Arabs” and “Jesus is a monkey?”
With its United Nations security council veto, the United States shields Israel from accountability to international law, thereby giving it a green light to continue and even accelerate these crimes against humanity.
Hamas’s October 7 surprise breach of the Israel-Gaza border, followed by its killing, injuring, and hostage-taking of soldiers and civilians is horrifying. American media has been following the tragedy for hours daily and has been overwhelmingly sympathetic to Israel, rarely, if ever, mentioning the motivation behind Hamas’s assault, which are the generations of persecution, humiliation, and character assassination Israel has levied against its Palestinian subjects; never enunciating that it shouldn’t have come to this; not once admonishing Israel for prioritizing its lust for Palestinian land over the lives of its own citizens.
At the same time, the media has been interviewing Israeli citizens who, outraged at Hamas’s actions, likewise make no mention of the motivation behind the actions. Neither have they expressed a hint of empathy or a measure of self-reflection upon the role their attitudes may have played in the dehumanization of the Palestinian people who, for decades, have endured essentially the same horrors these Israelis are now having to endure.
On October 9, Hamas threatened to kill a Jewish hostage every time Israel bombs a civilian building without first giving its residents time to flee. Justifiably horrified and quick to excoriate Hamas, the Israelis I’ve watched have said nothing about Israel’s habit of bombing residential buildings. As prominent Israelis throughout its history have admitted, their nation always targets civilians. The implications behind the following admissions are as horrifying as Hamas’s pronouncement:
Ze’ev Schiff, Israel’s most respected military analyst (by all sides of the military spectrum): “the Israeli Army has always struck civilian populations, purposely and consciously . . . the Army . . . has never distinguished civilian [from military] targets . . . [but] purposely attacked civilian targets.”
General Yigal Allon with the approval of Ben-Gurion: “There is a need now for strong and brutal reaction If we accuse a family – we need to harm them without mercy, women and children included. Otherwise, this is not an effective reaction. During the operation there is no need to distinguish between guilty and not guilty.”
During Operation Cast Lead (2008-2009), Deputy Prime Minister Eliyahu Yishai urged the IDF to “bomb thousands of houses, to destroy Gaza.”
During Operation Pillar of Defense (November 2012), Ariel Sharon’s son Gilad: “They will pay the price and will remember the same for a long time. We need to flatten entire neighborhoods in Gaza. Flatten all of Gaza. The Americans didn’t stop with Hiroshima – the Japanese weren’t surrendering fast enough, so they hit Nagasaki, too. There should be no electricity in Gaza, no gasoline or moving vehicles, nothing.”
Israel’s past assaults on Gaza, which human rights organizations have documented in detail, are further testaments to Israel’s contempt for a defenseless civilian population.
The reaction from every American lawmaker I‘ve seen is that Hamas, not Israel, must pay for its crimes. How? By giving more weapons to Israel so it can kill even more families. That is exactly what the United States intends to do, despite its hollow assurances, past and present, that it seeks peace between the two parties; despite knowing that years of military assistance have sustained both Israel’s illegal occupation and the violence it perpetrates upon ordinary people.
In keeping with the past, and vowing to “crush and destroy” Hamas, Israeli prime minister Netanyahu warned that every Hamas member was “a dead man.” In keeping with his fellow lawmakers, President Biden condemned Hamas’s attack, again without acknowledging either its seeds or that Israel wrote the rules of the game and that Hamas is playing by those rules. Aware of the thousands of Gazan civilians, including a disproportionate number of children, whose lives Israel has snuffed out in previous operations, Biden said, “terrorists purposely target civilians, kill them.” Yes, they do Mr. President. As of the early morning of October 12, over 1,000 Gazans, mostly residents, have been killed, and 5,000 injured. Whole neighborhoods and refugee camps have been blown to smithereens, more than 120,000 displaced. And Israel has yet to commence its inevitable ground invasion. Fortunately, I’ve not seen any reports that Hamas has made good on its threat.
Israel has cut off the delivery of all fuel, food, water and medical supplies. If its assault doesn’t end soon, Gazans who survive the bombings could starve, freeze to death, or die from a lack of medicine and medical treatment. This is genocide, the Final Solution, all because “terrorists target civilians.”
The only way to stop this cycle is for the US to resist its habit of resorting to physical punishment, concede that arming Israel so it can do to Palestinians what it always does will only inflame hostilities, and demand that Israel break the cycle of violence and negotiate a fair peace. Or, at the very least, treat its subjects not as snakes and cockroaches but as human beings. Otherwise, America and Israel’s message to the world will continue to be that revenge is more satisfying than peace—the lives of Israelis and Palestinians be damned.
Israel-Gaza: No, This Isn’t Complicated
Everything, every bone, every muscle in my body hurts! But Ron made a grand supper
I just filled up this window with the tabs from sites / comments that I want to answer. I have the video monitor going on a YouTube channel I like, and I want to start answering reading the many tabs, but Ron just had me take my blood sugar for supper. I am proud to say that even with the steroids my diet control kept my BS to 119. It is not easy, I am so hungry and want to eat, and yes during these periods I crave sweet stuff.
Dogs that love gravy, Ron just brought to me a huge roast beef sandwich covered deeply with brown gravy. He then returned with a plate of french fries and a bowl of more gravy. To say that I won’t be able to eat all this is an understatement. But the sad thing is this was one of my most favorite meals, that in the old days I would have devoured all of it and asked for more.
However my wonderful love who created that meal reminded me of our agreement for my mental health. After I eat supper at night or if I don’t eat, which is often, at 7 pm my blogging / computer time is over. At that time I either go to bed or turn to my X-boxes and play a game to get me ready for bed. That agreement was made because I was getting far too upset at night and being unable or unwilling to go to bed. It is a good compromise with the man I get to sleep with and who feeds me such great meals.
So while I just opened another 23 tabs so I won’t lose them, I will close the computers down. I doubt I will play Halo … oh who am I kidding, yes I will try as I love it, and then go to bed. Loves and hugs to all. Scottie
Harassment? There’s an app for that.
Interruptions
What a day! All day, interruption after interruption. I keep trying to finish what I left from yesterday, but either Ron needed me or there was a crisis here and then there. I did not even take a nap or break for lunch. I just got Ron ensconced in his recliner with a pillow under his leg. His knee is still bothering him, but instead of taking a week off to rest it, he tried all morning to work on getting the white board up in the pink palace. But all he was doing was aggravating his knee and hobbling more and more again. I have been there, I understand the need to do stuff and yet being betrayed by your body. But I also know that the injury / body part won’t heal if you insist on using it. So now to the blogs. For supper we are having soup and sandwiches, I picked tomato soup. Ron wants grill cheesed, but I may have to make them as he really can not stand well. I would be happy with regular subs on hoagie rolls and sliced meats. Hugs. Scottie
Lately I have had several scary Hypoglycemia episodes
My endocrinologist switched me from Janumet, a diabetic medication that got too expensive, to metformin which is basically the same drug without the new part that lets the drug company charge way more. I take one in the morning and one at night. This change plus my eating less these days has for the last several months caused my blood sugar to go too low. This week it has happened three times. Normally in the morning, because at night I normally take 25 units of long acting Lantus insulin. During the day I take a fast acting insulin with meals. That I adjust on a sliding scale, and my last prescription lasted almost a year instead of three months because I am keeping my blood sugar low by cutting out sweets and sugary breakfasts. And again I eat a lot less, and a lot more salads.
The reason I had to go on to insulin was my blood sugar was high when it was being taken care of by my primary care who seemed clueless about diabetes. Plus I was not serious about my diet and ate too much. When I started seeing the endocrinologist as soon as I told him I take steroid injections every few months, he informed me that pills won’t work against steroids, that takes insulin itself. And for the first week after getting the injections I have very high blood sugars, but not as high as they used to go. In the past I had 300 and 400 blood sugars. My doctor wants it no higher than 178 and no lower than 80. Now that first week I am in the 170 or 180s normally.
Now to the low blood sugars. For over a week I have not had to take any fast acting insulin or only 2 units. I eat and before the next meal check my blood sugar again and it is still low. Yesterday I did not have lunch, which is normal. I prefer to eat mid-morning and late afternoon. But before supper I got really shaky so I checked my blood sugar and it was below 80. I was going to have some chips, but Ron had my salad ready and was working on the burgers. I decided to have the salad. It tasted good, I used a mixture of Ranch and Red Wine Vinaigrette. I recently learned it was almost like Creamy Caesar. It was a medium size salad, and was not taking me long to eat it, and as I got near the end I went into Hypoglycemia .
Some of the symptoms of low blood sugar are below. There is one I did not see but happens to me, I get very tired and sleepy. I am unable to stay awake and will pass out.
How you react to low blood sugar may not be the same as how someone else with low blood sugar reacts. It’s important to know your signs. Common symptoms may include:
- Fast heartbeat
- Shaking
- Sweating
- Nervousness or anxiety
- Irritability or confusion
- Dizziness
- Hunger
As I was near the end of my salad, I got the above, except I was not irritable but was very confused. I struggled to my feet, I knew I had to get to my bed right away. As I left the Playtime Pink Palace, I said to Ron I was going to lay down for a while, maybe a half hour. He saw I was diaphoretic, but did not realize it was so bad. I got to the bed, struggled up on it (we have a storage bed with a very thick / large Purple mattress. Between the height of the bed plus mattress, it is 35 inches high. It comes up to my hip bone. I normally have no difficulty getting in but Ron is short and he uses a single step stool to get into bed.) I slept for hours, waking about 9:30 pm. I remember Ron coming in once to ask if I was OK, but I don’t remember what I said. Ron told me last night and again this morning he goofed, he missed how bad I was. How low my blood sugar was and I was too confused to understand or tell him. I should have taken sugar or a glucose tablet. So yesterday I had taken no insulin during the day and last night after talking with Ron he told me not to take my nighttime insulin nor my nighttime metformin. This morning, my blood sugar was only 91. It is acceptable but remember I am not to go lower than 80. So I won’t take insulin this morning, as we are having hard-boiled eggs. I should have had pancakes but that I would have to cover so I will stick with the eggs and toast. Hugs
I am broken
Don’t be worried, I am not in danger. But I am broken. See today Ron decided this morning to run the new heavily shielded burial read cable with water sealed ends we bought for the internet connection we have. The cable we bought did cost more than regular coaxial cable at stores like Home Depot. Ron wanted a specific length, 70 feet. I wanted a cable highly rated and well shielded. So we ordered it. To run the cable from where it came to the house to where we need it in my new Playtime Pink Palace, Ron had to remove a large section of the skirting on the south side of the house that was already in direct Florida sunlight and part of the west / back end of the home that was still shaded. We wanted to replace the old double cable run by Comcast back in 2007 when we had phone / internet / and cable TV, it was bulky, unwieldy, and simply not where we needed it.
The new cable we bought was very stiff and coiled when Ron went to uncoil it, the job of running it was hard as he had to uncoil and fight the very stiffness that made the cable so much what we wanted. But three times I went outside to help with the uneven ground and my inability of lifting my feet up much to walk caused me to stumble and fight to walk. Inside I had to do a lot of not only bending over but getting down on the floor to help him feed the cable end up into my new Playtime Pink Palace.
But it got worse. Right after the hurricane Ian, which tore the roof off half my office and one wall out, all my stuff had to be taken out of the room and savaged as best as possible. My office was a big room and a lot of stuff was stored there on shelves and closet. The saved stuff has to be stored somewhere. A lot of that was stashed in my bedroom closet, but that was over full of everything. For a while I have been wanting to fix that.
Oh shit, the bending, the carrying, the getting up and down from a step stool to move stuff from my bedroom closet to the new room, both closet and the shelves. Putting stuff where it should go, rethinking or moving things around to make it fit right simply destroyed me. Ron came in and seen me and asked me to stop for the day, but I really wanted to get this done. But it has really stressed and messed up my muscles in my legs and back. So now I am in severe pain.
The good news is I got most of it done. I even found things we had missed and I had worried were swept away. Ron is making a burger and salad for me and burgers, hot dogs, and chili for himself. He eats so much more than I can these days. He wanted to give me two burgers plus the salad, but I asked him instead for one burger and the salad. Not to be too personal and graphic (which sounds strange when I have shared my sexual abuse with everyone in all the details, the rapes as an adult in the military, and my own personal life) but with the pain medications I take that cause harder stools that are hard to pass even when balanced out with the diabetic medications which tend to cause loose stools. To put nicely, my poop is hard and hard to pass. So to make my life easier and because I actually like them, I eat a lot of salad. So when Ron offered me two burgers, I instead asked if I could have one burger and a “small” salad. For us or for me a large salad if made to fill a large pasta bowl which is twice if not three times the size of a regular bowl. I often have these instead of other things for supper. But a small salad is made in a regular soup bowl. Ron always tells me if I finish and want more, he will make it. He understands how important salad is for me.
Ron just came in and advised me to take my blood sugar. It was 89 when I took it this morning when I woke up. It is 82 now. I did not take insulin this morning and I won’t be taking it tonight until I go to bed. At night I take a long acting insulin to cover me for the entire night. I may have to ask the doctor to lower my dosage.
So I had a great burger with my fixings, and a wonderful salad with my mix of dressings. I will make the coffee and then go take my shower I put off all day. Then got to bed. I hope and plan to get up early in the morning and get to all thirty of the new open tabs I had from new stuff this morning. Oh, and Ron asked me to please make the coffee for the morning before I go to the bedroom because he likes it better when I make it for some reason, not sure why, we make it the same I think. Loves and hugs. Scottie
