Once, during one of the election campaigns, Ariel Sharon came out with the slogan: "The person who got rid of terrorism in the '70s and '80s will do it again in the '90s." But wait a minute - if he got rid of terrorism not once but twice, why does he have to get rid of it again?
It's as if a hypnotist who helps people quit smoking said: "Just as I got you to stop smoking last month and the month before, I'll help you again next month." Hey con man, give the money back or I'll report you to Rafi Ginat, that consumer affairs investigator on TV.
You may think it's funny but something really is wrong with those Arabs. Year after year we've fired at them all kinds of well-prepared lessons, and what do they do? Nothing. They won't learn a lesson, those idiots.
And when we have to raise the fire even more because they're so dumb, so that once and for all they're taught a lesson that will burn in their souls and scorch their consciousness, even then the idiots don't learn. All the efforts and resources and shells we invest to teach them a lesson simply get wasted.
But then, when all hope is lost and all the pretexts have been used up, we have no choice but to smash their heads in once again. Because when you smash the heads of snakes - erudite commentators on reptiles say - then with God's help they finally learn a lesson and turn from reptiles into mosquitoes. Then all you have to do is dry up the water; they learn a lesson and drop dead.
It's just a shame that in reality this hardly works because the experiments have been done on Arabs. But let's be serious: The moral of the story comes at the end of the following joke.
A man tells his doctor: "I think my wife doesn't hear so well anymore." "Yes, that happens," the doctor says. "Bring her here for an examination." "No no," the man replies. "I don't want her to think I suspect her or something - she's so sensitive. Isn't there some examination I can do at home?" The doctor thinks for a moment and says: "Okay, go as far away from her in the house as you can and start talking to her, then gradually get closer and note from what distance she starts to hear you, okay?"
The man goes home; his wife is in the kitchen. He goes to his study about 10 meters away and shouts at her: "Rivka, what's for supper tonight?" No reply. He gets five meters closer and shouts again. No reply. Then three meters. No reply. Finally he goes to the kitchen door and from a meter and a half away shouts: "Rivka, what's for supper?" "I'm telling you for the fifth time," she shouts back. "Chicken soup, roast beef and rice with peas."
So maybe we too have to learn a lesson from the fact that the Arabs don't understand the lessons we're constantly teaching them. Can you hear? Hello - is anybody home?