Rice vs. Wife

Yesterday, my wife cried for the sight of dead children in Lebanon. She attended in black a birthday party. My son did not know what was going on as we were supposed to be happy, it was party time in Chicago!

It was not party time in Qana. I can not even try to imagine how parents and rescue workers felt. My heart brakes when my son gets a little cold especially when I hug his warm body and absorb his fever. How would a mother feel when she carries the cold corps of her son!

In the mean time, Condi Rice was in Israel in her bright dress, distributing here ugly smile to all reporters. Even the Israelis had more somber faces and used more words to describe their assumed regrets. Did Rice ever have a child sleep on her chest and feel his worm breath on here face!