Eleven people are injured. Some of them are likely to spend years (if my case is typical) dealing with the bombing. One family is probably right now in the process of burying their loved one.
In Gaza, children are giving out sweets to celebrate.
There is something just terribly, terribly wrong here.
I have radical right-wing friends. I have radical left-wing friends. I have friends of every stripe in between. I can state, categorically, that I have never seen any of them celebrate in any way, when innocent Palestineans are injured or killed.
Suicide bombings are wrong. Everyone repeat after me: Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Now, if only I could get the terrorist organizations to read my blog. And, like, repeat after me and all that.
Somehow, I do not think that this is going to happen.
My thoughts are with those in Dimona and to our security forces who are (no doubt) working around the clock to try to keep us safe right now.