I had intended to devote this week’s blog to my choir’s concerts last week and again, the day before yesterday. That was before yesterday’s cowardly terrorist attack on the children of Bat Ayin, in the West Bank.
Yesterday (April 2nd) at noon, a Palestinian terrorist (believed to have been acting alone) entered the Jewish settlement of Bat Ayin, armed with an axe, with which he proceeded to attack a group of children playing in the centre of the village. His first victim, 13-year-old Shlomo Nativ, received a fatal wound to the neck as the terrorist scumbag tried to behead him. Mortally wounded, and bleeding, he managed to stagger to his home nearby, where he collapsed and died in his mother’s arms.
The next victim was 7-year-old Yair Gamliel, who sustained severe wounds to the head and is now in hospital. Yair’s 8-year-old brother, Yosef, who was playing with the other children, miraculously escaped injury after the ball with which they were playing had just fallen, some distance away, and he had run to fetch it.
Who knows what might have happened had not one of the adult residents happened along and tackled the murderer? He managed to disarm him, but the scumbag escaped and is even now being hunted by the Israel Defence Forces. When they find him, I hope and pray they do not take him alive, only to have his freedom added to the already exhorbitant list of demands Hamas is making for the release of kidnapped Israeli soldier Gilad Shalit (who may, or may not, be alive). I hope, instead, that the Beast may be killed while trying to escape capture.
I would happily put a bullet through his black heart myself.