Talk throughout the Jewish press and blogosphere is consumed with the apparent death of the non-peace process. Mahmoud Abbas says that Fatah is now seeking unity with Hamas and Netanyahu is claiming that his government will not negotiate with terrorists, thus bringing this long, miserable Obama-Kerry diplomatic fiasco to a staggering and stumbling non-finish.Of course, the peace process is not dead, however. The reason that it is not dead is because no one who counts has the will or ability or bravery to kill it. Oslo is like a Nazi Zombie that simply will not die. We watch the Nazi Zombie shuffle around in his tattered uniform and make threatening grunting sounds and gape in horror as bits and pieces of the Nazi Zombie fall off of the creature's body.
It's grotesque, but it is the only show in town.
The reason that I call the non-peace-process a "Nazi" Zombie - as opposed to your regular, run-of-the-mill, day-to-day kind of Zombie - is because ultimately the trend-lines within the process threaten the Jewish minority in the Middle East in a direct and physical way. An obvious example is handing over psychopaths who think that killing Holocaust survivors is sanctioned by Allah and who get hailed as heroes by both Fatah and Hamas.
Many of us, I suspect, simply want the Nazi Zombie to wander off someplace and get lost - or perhaps someone can induce it to go play in traffic - but this does not seem likely. Oh, sure, he's crashing into trees and shrubbery and chasing around ducks, but he never seems to actually depart the village. It is not that anyone really wants him here. The Jews generally do not because we tend to oppose freeing the murderers of Holocaust survivors. {We are funny that way.} The Palestinian-Arabs definitely do not want him here because if the Nazi Zombie were to, by some miracle, find a truffle in the forest than the PA might have to make an actual negotiated settlement of hostilities, which would not be the least bit good for business, nor for Mahmoud Abbas's already failing health.
So, the question becomes, as we watch the Nazi Zombie blundering about, what direction the creature might take and therefore how should we prepare ourselves for its next round of chaos and mayhem? The only ones who show any genuine enthusiasm for this particular golem are its masters on Pennsylvania Avenue, but they have no real control over the beast. Sometimes they might put some delicious roast mutton in a particular place in order to induce the Nazi Zombie to shamble in a certain direction, but for the most part they have no idea what the damn thing is going to do.
What they are mainly concerned about, needless to say, is that their own insidious creation will turn around and bite them directly in the tuchus - which if I had any influence over the beast I would very much encourage it to do. Unfortunately, I have none and am just as horrified and disgusted as the rest of you people.
Although, I have to say, you get used to that after awhile. The sense of horror and disgust becomes a sort-of cozy blanket that one wraps oneself within. The horror and disgust becomes habitual and normal and expected and, if not warm, exactly, at least something other than frozen-to-the-bone-cold... which is what full-on horror and disgust at the Nazi Zombie actually should be.
In any case, I do not know where the monster is going next and neither does anyone else, least of all the thing's masters on Pennsylvania Avenue.
My suspicion is that the creature will upset the Europeans who will, in reasonably short order, push it back into the faces of the Jews.
We shall see.
