The other day, I was looking for a Merle Haggard CD in the local Wal-Mart. I didn’t find the CD, but I did witness a scene that speaks volumes about how Israel should handle the threat of Hezbollah in the Middle East.While I was shopping, there were these two kids, probably 12 to 14 years old, running around the store and raising hell without a hint of adult supervision. One of the boys had hair falling down on his shoulders and into his eyes. He had a cell phone jammed into his ear and could be heard uttering urban phrases like “’sup bitch” and “nigga’, please” every few seconds. I guess this was supposed to make him sound a little less like a boring suburban white boy.
Eventually, the two young punks made it over to the CD section. The long-haired kid put up his cell phone and started looking at CDs. He was standing just a few inches to the right of a man who looked like he was about 35 years old. The punk with the shorter hair stood immediately to his friend’s right and together they looked at some selections and made a few comments.
After a few moments, the kid with the long hair threw his head back, took a deep breath, and just as he let out a loud, fake sneeze, turned to his left and slobbered on the right arm of the 35 year old standing to his left. As soon as he finished his little prank, his friend - who probably put him up to it - started to laugh hysterically. The long-haired prankster just turned to the man and said “sorry, dude” and started to walk away.
But, just before he started to walk away, the 35 year old stepped in front of the long-haired prankster and initiated the following exchange:
Man: “What the (expletive) do you think you’re doing, boy.”
Man: “I said, what the (expletive) do you think you’re doing sneezing on me, boy?”
Punk: “I didn’t sneeze on you, dude.”
Man: “You had better watch your mouth, boy. And you call me sir. One more time, Goldie Locks, what the (expletive) do you think…” (The man was shaking his finger in the boy’s face at this point in the exchange).
By the end of the last sentence, the kid was running away from the man with his friend following close behind, pointing his finger and, by then, laughing at the boy, instead of the man.
While these kids may have had little education, little parental supervision, and little hope for the future, these were not among the concerns of the man in the Wal-Mart music section. He simply wanted to go about his business in peace without being disturbed by anyone else.Hopefully by now, the reader recognizes that the man represents Israel and the two kids represent Hezbollah.