You go out to dinner a time or two; you meet some friends or two; you go to a meeting or two; you play a round of golf or two; you do a crossword or two; pick some tomatoes or twelve; cut the grass and curse the rain that made it grow while loving the fact that the garder is producing like gangbusters. It's easy to forget that some folks in Lebanon and Israel are returning to the shells of their destroyed homes. As one refugee put it on public radio this morning, "There are no winners in war, just losers and more losers."
Peace brothers, please! Why is killing the only possible solution?
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