A Challenge to Two-State People

Michael L.
I am getting ready to hit the road, so I may not be quite as available as usual, but before I do I have a question for those who still insist upon the two-state solution.
It is this:

Just how the heck do you expect it to implement it without Palestinian-Arab cooperation?

Decade after decade we beg them to accept two states and decade upon decade they refuse and we get the blame from people like John Kerry.
Fuck it.
Laurie and I are headed for the Florida Keys where I intend to catch many innocent fishes.
Maureen is going to come and stay at the house and take care of Georgy-McPorridge.
Little Snort croaked, by the way, last week.
At first I thought that the athletic and bouncing-around 3 year old George gave Little Snort a heart attack, but dogs do not get heart attacks.
He was only 8 years old, but he just up and died on Wednesday of symptoms from an enlarged heart.
I feel like G-d just reached down his hand and took this little poooch out of our life.
I loved that little creature and he is just gone.
There is now a Snort-Shaped-Hole in my world.
George, a 65 pound black and white Border Collie, is Fred's worthy successor.
But Little Snort cannot have a successor for the simple fact that there are no other dogs like Little Snort.
{That is, if he actually was a dog and not King of the Hamsters.}
We are going to miss this little guy very much.
I cannot even tell you.