I did not sleep well last night. I could not help thinking about the blog I had to produce. When I woke up in the morning what could I use as an inspiration? My usual introduction to the day’s events, The Telegraph, has started to turn a blind eye to the real problems facing Britain and the World, and has article after article about some obscure football match. (Note for the discerning reader, for simplicity, I lump all the many sports involving people playing with a ball, under the generic title ‘football’.) Only if you scroll down and down will you see stories that show just how sick the world, lead by the US, has become – “US school spends $48 million on curved corridors and hiding places to foil mass shooters”. Can you imagine anything more horrific than having to teach your schoolchild where to hide when the shooting starts.
The Telegraph is oblivious to any unpleasantness. The editor seems to have heard the quote from Bill Shankly, manger of Liverpool Football Club, echoing down the years – “Some people believe football is a matter of life and death, I am very disappointed with that attitude. I can assure you it is much, much more important than that.”
For a moment, my spirits were lifted by another headline “Why are American women so keen on British blokes?” But then I remembered that I have not been British for more than 50 years, and my wife doesn’t like me being called a ‘bloke.’
As I slowly drifted off into dreamless sleep, I realised that I was under no obligation to write a blog. Even if I did, it would probably be read by just a handful of friends.
But there are those who wake every day with one thought, how to keep the State of Israel and its citizens safe. Every day, our ‘peace partners’ who live on the internationally agreed borders, accepted by United Nations resolutions, think up new ways to kill and maim innocent civilians going about their daily lives. Every day, some deluded terrorist, brought up from birth to hate Jews, fed lies with their mother’s milk, taught that Jews have no right to live in their own land, unable to accept the existence of a successful, thriving Israel that could do so much for its neighbours, looks for a new way to kill Jews. Tragically, of late, too many of these terrorists, some barely into their teens, have been able to satisfy their blood lust, although most have not lived to tell the tale.
And, every day, our protectors are there for us, be they shadowy figures in the Mossad on constant lookout for a new terrorist plot, a watchful soldier manning a guard tower, or a policeman sitting in a patrol car. Their tireless efforts allow us to sleep at night. They allow me to stroll the streets unafraid; to go out and enjoy the many wonders of our country.
But my biggest worry remains – what to write in today’s blog!