Wednesday, May 03, 2023
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Khader
Adnan didn’t eat for 86 days and died. Because that’s what happens to people
who don’t eat for 86 days. They die.
Adnan was a senior Palestinian Islamic Jihad “official.” In
other words, a terrorist. A high-up terrorist in a major terror outfit. Now he is
a dead terrorist—likely too dead to care that there were no brown-eyed virgins awaiting
his corpse.
While Khader Adnan was dying (because he, of his own
volition, decided to die by not eating for 86 days), Palestinian Islamic Jihad issued
a statement that Israel would “pay a heavy price” should Adnan die in custody.
When Adnan’s physical condition deteriorated and his condition became critical,
the “Palestinian Prisoners Club” announced that Khader Adnan could die at any
minute.
Which he did. Which is generally what happens when someone
doesn’t eat for 86 days. They die. Virgins or not.
Khader Adnan died not only because he was too stupid to eat,
but because he wanted to die to give his fellow terrorists a pretext to shoot
rockets and mortars from Gaza into civilian Israel, a favorite pastime of Arab
terrorists. And now in the south, we have frightened Jewish children stuck in
safe rooms as sirens go off all around them. As these children well know,
rockets and mortars can and sometimes do kill their friends and relatives, and
destroy their homes and cars.
More than 100 rockets and mortars have now been shot from
Gaza at Southern Israelis, including my little grandchildren, since Khader
Adnan killed himself on Tuesday morning by deciding not to eat until he died. Yes,
dear old DEAD Khader Adnan achieved his fondest goal in life: to make life
miserable for the Yahud, an ideal for which Khader Adnan was apparently willing
to kill himself. By not eating for 86 days.
Last night, when “only” 32 rockets had
been shot at my grandchildren and other Israelis who live in the south, I
stumbled upon a friend’s post:
“So why do you think Israel let that piece of cockroach
excrement die from the hunger strike.”
That was kind of cringey. Still, I took her point. Why didn’t Israel kill Adnan to begin with,
instead of letting him commit slow suicide? He was a terrorist. Now he is a
dead terrorist by his own hand. We could have helped him along, expedited
things. Did he really deserve to live? A man whose fondest desire is to kill
the Jews?
Alternatively, if we lacked the impetus to kill the terrorist Khader Adnan for political considerations, we might have force-fed him like a goose on a foie gras farm. Would world censure of Israel have been any worse than it is right now at this moment, even as my people are under rocket fire, had a feeding tube been forced down Adnan’s now-dead nose or throat?
Maybe. But I’d take that censure in exchange for keeping my grandchildren and other Southern Israelis safe. Because rockets and mortars may indeed break bones but names can never hurt me. Or any other Israelis, including my grandchildren, who will, God willing, give me great grandchildren, while Adnan’s starved and lifeless body rots in the ground, with not a virgin in sight.
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