How typically ironic that on the day essayist John Walsh reports on the Los Angeles Titanic allegedly shedding Jewish editorial employees, the same Jewishly-obsessed newspaper worries that Israel selfishly is jeopardizing its status as a democratic state.
It seems that 49 percent of Israeli Jews polled – kindly remember this merely is a poll of indeterminate validity – believe that in the extremely unlikely event embryonic peace talks result in a deal, only Jews, not Arabs, should be allowed to vote in a subsequent referendum.
Why perspire yourself into a fret since peace talks with the Palestinian terrorists have the same chance of succeeding as Osama Bin Laden does of returning from the dead by Thursday.
Further, an uncountable number of steps looms between the longshot opening of negotiations and the penultimate step of a national referendum.
Wringing your fingers over whether Israeli Arabs should be allowed to participate in such a referendum is the ignorant equivalent of worrying whether the grandchildren of a teen couple just starting to date will have to serve in the military.
But when you are the obsessed Titanic, scuffling about for any issue over which to throw stones at Jews, this will do for their readers who don’t require substance.
Since the joyous May day in 1948 when Israeli statehood became official, Israel’s unmollifiable universal detractors have fretted that, by jove, it does not seem logical a Jewish state and a democracy can co-exist within the same borders.
They rise in phony indignation when a Jewish poll emerges that offends the delicate sensibilities of liberal thinkers.
The most uniquely situated country on the planet, Israel was born and bred while tightly encircled by sneering Arab lands that actively wish, on an hourly basis, to bury them. Take one step out of Israel in any direction of the compass and you are in enemy territory, liable for instant, brutal death.
Nevertheless, for 65 years and three months, Israel has proved its millions of haters wrong.
You cannot reason with haters, like the boys downtown at the Titanic. Instead of debating, you sit down and write in stern opposition to provide context for sympathetically inclined readers accustomed to groping in the dark.
Flailing near the bottom of this morning’s sole editorial, the Titanic strung together a half-dozen irrelevancies and non-sequiturs, hoping that a snowfall of inflammatory words would mute the essay’s absence of logic.
