Weather It Is (Open Road=Open Door)

Good Evening:

The weather is going to meander for the next several days, a bit cooler tomorrow, and then a bit warmer over the days that follow.

We see with high certainty that a storm will arrive next Sunday and bring a high chance of rain.  However, beyond Sunday there is great uncertainty in what will follow. There are equal chances the weather will remain cool, turn quite cold (with the possibility of wet snow a remote probability), and it might even warm up bringing late fall warmth.

Ironically, I can tell you with greater certainty that we'll continue with a high probability of more stabbings (right down the road from my home -- perhaps closer), and a low probability, but an eventual certainty of at least one more shooting attack.

Why?  There are various reasons, but here are the most obvious: i) an open road is like an open door (to our Palestinian attackers).  They must really be laughing at us.  "Oh, those Jews are so stupid!  They don't even make us walk!"  ii) Our defense minister, Mr. Yaalon, views us folks as commodities to be traded against the Palestinian Gross Domestic Product.  Basically, he's afraid that closing their access to the roads will create further problems (unrest) down the line.  Yet, he doesn't he know that there will be unrest -- there might even be a rebellion against the "instigators"  (it could happen; in fact, the same people he thinks would prefer to work might even do this).

In any case, better to deal with unrest over there instead of in our emergency rooms. 

We're dying right now while he pontificates!

I am really afraid that it will take an even larger and more murderous attack before he takes serious action to protect us.  I challenge him to be different; otherwise, I am going to start thinking of him as: Ehud -- bomb those empty buildings Barak.

We need him to act now: close the door -- close the roads and seal off their towns (wherever necessary), and let us live in our land.

Right now, I see the probability of someone I know (or even myself) dying higher than the probability that it will turn warm next week.

Barry Lynn