when something is so wrong, it's hard to know where to begin

It's not just me, you'd be hard pressed to find anyone around here who thinks that Palestinians are going to get anything out of this Annapolis farce. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm opposed to "peace" ... I mean really. But when Israel takes it upon itself to deploy even more of its soldiers into the West Bank and close Palestinian cities because of -- in their words-- anticipated opposition to the peace conference, well, that should make you raise an eyebrow at the very least. So now that there's a peace summit a few continents away, thousands of Palestinians are finding themselves late for work. Doesn't it seem like an odd move to piss people off right around a peace conference? Meanwhile, Gaza residents are still getting killed off one by one, and those that remain get a few more days of electricity.. but that's a separate issue... And to forget about the "facts on the ground," as human rights violations tend to be called these days, the layers of how wrong this is is pretty obvious on a quasi-international level too... not that the UN has done anything good lately anyhow.

Anyhow, apologies for this post, I know you've come to expect notes from the everyday.. after all there's no shortage of political diatribes out there on this here interweb network. But since I'm home with a cold I don't have any actual experience to report today. Yesterday, however, I saw a wonderful yet painful documentary called 33 Days by Mai Masri at Al Kasabah.