One year from the day that the Malaysian Airlines plane went missing. It still hasn’t been found, or heard of.
During this year, another Malaysian Airlines plane crashed.
And another Asian plane, albeit from a different company, was hijacked.
Kind of makes me never want to fly to Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, or anywhere else in that area. I guess it’s good that we have no plans, or interest, in doing so.
But doesn’t it sound kind of funny, that three planes went down, two under very suspicious circumstances, in the same area, within less than twelve months?
But of course, we are playing Ostrich. The same game that kept us happily in the dark, until the morning of September 11, 2001, when we woke up with a jolt and realized that terrorism isn’t a game.
Israel has already realized that terrorism is for real. The problem is, that Israel’s realization gives the rest of the world somewhat of a guilty conscience and messes up their game of Ostrich. And so, the world continues to suffer, and Israel especially continues to suffer.
Good day, world.
I beg your pardon for interrupting your game again.