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The Sounds of Silence

To Bibi, or not to Bibi, that is the question in today’s United States policy toward Iran. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of the outrageous fortune of money being dumped into the Ayatollah’s coffers. Or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. To die — to sleep, and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks the flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation devoutly to be wished, at least for the suicide bombers subsidized by the terrorist regime of Iran. That sleep of death being inflicted so liberally, with innocent bystanders shuffling off this mortal coil prematurely, must give us pause.

And pause Bibi did. A preternatural protracted pause that made the evildoers of the world squirm, forced to listen in the silence to the eldritch shrieks of the demons in their souls. Provided of course that they have souls.

In case your attention was diverted at the time, here is what occurred on the 1st of October at the United Nations. Prime Minister Benjamin “Bibi” Netanyahu of the State of Israel, son of a great historian, brother of the martyred hero of the Entebbe rescue, himself an outstanding warrior, stood before the gathered stooges and stumblebums of the General Assembly, the poltroons and the buffoons, and he spoke to them of exalted matters. He described to them a level of moral sensibility beyond their ken.

He spoke of a nation targeted for annihilation a mere eighty years ago. At that time the world stood silently by while Germany under Hitler rounded up Jews, confined them in ghettos and concentration camps, pillaged their property, and implemented a programmatic genocide which claimed six million lives before it was stopped.

Stopped… not by nations offended by atrocity… but by nations alarmed by conquest. At that time the nations of the world, organizing into the deliberative and quasi-legislative body we call the United Nations, swore never to stand by silently again.

Now the heads of a member state, Iran, have gone on the record in public forums, echoing across the infinite vastness of the Internet, pledging to annihilate Israel. They boast that they forced the United States at the bargaining table to accept that policy as a non-negotiable feature of their regime. “And how does the world react?” asked Netanyahu. “How does the majority of the membership of this assembly react?”

He answered his own question: “With silence. Absolute silence. A silence that is almost deafening.”

Then he stood for forty seconds and uttered not a word. He let them stew in their own stew, without the mercy of a nose blowing or the security guard’s walkie-talkie crackling.

The air was noiseless but that room was not silent. There were many sounds in that silence. Each heart, each soul, each brain filled the silence with its own reverberating echoes. Shrieks and groans and moans and pleas alongside futile fustian speechifying and sonorous temporizing; all the sounds of the Holocaust from the victims to the perpetrators to the collaborators to the enablers. No one was innocent except Denmark.

Listen to the beat of your own cowardly hearts, ye who presume to lead the world. You have led it into oblivion and darkness, and you are on the brink of leading it into dystopia. Actually the cowards are the better ones among you. You have more bastards than dastards in your midst. As the late Ben Hecht once wrote, there are nations with a cold spot in their hearts that is warmed only by murder.

Did the nations represented in the General Assembly learn from Bibi’s moment of silence?  I suspect that Simon and Garfunkel answered this long ago:

“Fools,” said I. “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence.

And thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought while barbarians run amok. And enterprises of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action, leaving us with Obama and Kerry and whoever is the latest Secretary General of the United Nations twiddling their thums, blithering and dithering.

Yet we recall the Biblical story of Goliath, loudly proclaiming his superior prowess and enhanced weaponry. He brought a sword and a suit of armor to back up his bluster but David silenced him with one shot from his little Bibi gun. Take heart, my friends, God is not in the clamor, He is in the stillness.

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