By Tommy Acosta —
Sedona, AZ — And so, it begins – the chess game of death.
The opening move was the massacre in Israel, setting the stage for the opponent’s move, the bombing of Gaza into rubble and the mobilization of hundreds of thousands of troops in preparation for the grand invasion.
The U.S. moves its pieces onto the chessboard — aircraft carriers, guided missile ships, troops, etc.
Tehran, and Russia nudge their pieces into the game with Hezzbolah and other actors ready to play their part.
An invasion will be launched. The players engage. The killing begins in earnest.
Women and children wail, starve, and die.
What misery, sorrow, horror and suffering, is to be bestowed. As if the world does not have enough of it already.
But war has always been war — when one side wants something the other has and is willing to kill to get it. And the other is willing to kill to keep it.
When the smoke clears, if ever, Israel will own the destroyed half of Gaza, and must occupy to try to prevent Hamas from coming back. The Palestinian population will now have half the space to live in that they had before, thanks to Hamas, which will survive no matter what happens to the civilians because you can’t kill an idea with force. Only a better idea can win. And no one has one.
Some will say that war was the game plan all along. That those who have the most to gain sparked the flame that started it, knowing all along what was going to happen, winking innocence.
The peripheral players in the Arab world will put up a fight but will not fully-engage, preferring to play the background music while the main movements of the symphony of war will be left to the ground players and their air-born benefactors.
When the food and water disappear, and disease starts to chomp, that’s when the death toll of thousands jumps to the tens of thousands.
Can the makers of things that explode and kill keep up with the demand? Heck, even Russia is now buying weapons from the impoverished North Korea to help feed the flesh-eating monsters blowing up people, Russians and Ukrainians.
No doubt, the arms industry will find a way to meet the demand.
Meanwhile crushed they will be, huddled in torn buildings, hospitals, playgrounds and kibbutz settlements as bombs continue to fall upon the citizens of both sides.
In Israel people live in fear, throwing themselves to the ground each time an air-raid siren goes off and missiles fall upon them.
In Palestine there is no home to go back to, nowhere to hide, no food, no water, no hope. Mothers watch their children slowly starve, dehydrate, embalmed in pestilence and disease.
There will be no moral boundaries. No compassion. This is a fight to the death; finality finding succor only in the complete destruction of the other. A lethal checkmate of epic proportions.
Glued the world is to its TV’s and computers watching the explosions in real time, awed by how much pain humanity can endure before the gods themselves begin to weep.