Methinks the Lady...

... - actually, there's no "methinks" about it. This particular "Lady" has indeed been protesting far too much over the past 12 months, for all manner of reasons. And a very demoralising process it is too. So, when deliberating over coffee last week with Ms. TourGuide (who hasn't updated her blog in so long she doesn't really deserve a hyperlink) as to whether to go to the large planned demonstration last Thursday protesting the current Israeli Leadership (sic), it was far clearer to me that I wasn't going to attend than which type of coffee I felt like ordering.

(Incidentally, I'm realising that, after a good few years of ordering lattes, macchiatos, capuccinos etc at every turn, I don't actually like coffee all that much. Hmm. I wonder if everyone feels the same way and is also just beginning to wake up to the fact? If that is the case, it'll be an easy way to bring down The Starbucks Man...)

Digression as usual: Back to the Demo. Or not... Even the usual suspects among the local bloggers had their own issues this time around: Jameel (our friendly local settler) wasn't sure if he wanted to participate, whereas Harry had the best of intentions, but couldn't make it (feel better!). Noorster was there, but wasn't impressed. And Resident Traveler's interesting account of proceedings begins with his wait for the bus...

In the long queue for Tel Aviv, an obvious old-school Jerusalem-intelligentsia
left-winger was having a low-level argument with a family of settlers, even as
they were headed to the exact same rally. No point in specifying types: everyone was represented.

If you want some more background reading, Lisa has also analysed everything. Yay for the politically savvy blogosphere: I personally happen to be very grateful for their various commentaries, because I have nothing to say. I'm as bitter as an espresso: I've personally spent a busy few months year making, transporting and waving a plethora of placards across this land for various reasons, (even hiding behind them on occasion) and all I have learned is that nobody -beyond the folks who already care- seems to care. And even a few days after this big 'un, where substantially more people showed up than the tiny ones I'm used to attending- our elected leaders still seem more concerned with arranging suitable coverage for their respective sorry posteriors.

It would be nice to close one's eyes and make it all disappear. But that isn't possible, so instead I think I'm going to make another Vanilla Chai with Soya Milk.