P
Peter_Dawson
Guest
Now they are going after Condoleezza Rice for approving acts of torture. So, we ask, Is torture sometimes morally correct?
READERS, BEWARE. THIS IS A ROUGH HYPO.
At 2:00 a.m. Israel time a team of Palestinian terrorists sneak quietly into the largest school bus bus barn serving the Jerusalem metropolitan area, cut the transceiver power lines on every one of 200 buses with wire cutters, and carefully attach extremely powerful time bombs to the underside of 2 buses, only.
One member of the team is a 13 year old boy, whose father is training him for future missions.
The next morning, at 7:35 a.m., after the first bomb kills 47 middle school children, at a busy intersection in front of the bus born, the 13 year old Palestinian boy assumes that the Israeli policeman directing traffic a few feet away does not speak Palestinian. So, he brags to his 10 year old brother, out load, “The second bomb on bus number” BEEP – a car beeps its horn just as the boy says the number – “will go off in 9 minutes! So, listen hard!”
The Israeli policeman, whose Palestinian mother taught him Palestinian, heard everything but the bus number. While struggling to remain perfectly calm and directing traffic, he radios-in to headquarters a report about the boy’s statement.
Within 120 seconds, 40 police and army vehicles converge on the intersection. The boys look up, startled. The policeman, watching them to make sure that the did not run away, looks them in the eyes. The boys suddenly know that their conversation was overheard. They turn and run. The 10 year old escapes. The policeman successfully tackles the 13 year old.
Only 7 minutes to go. Police and army officials fluent in Palestinian, in a panic, yell at the boy to reveal the bus number. The boy stands silent. An Israeli Army captain starts weeping and he kneels in front of the boy and says, in Palestinian, “Boy, I have 3 daughters on those buses. Please, please tell us which bus it is. If one of our daughters die, my wife will die of a broken heart. Tell us, and God will be so happy.” But the soldier makes a mistake: He inserts the Hebrew word for God into the Palestinian language sentence. The boy, surprised, looks down at the kneeling soldier, spits in his eye, and laughs.
The ring of soldiers and police freeze. What can they do? They call the bus company and ask them to radio out an alarm to evacuate every single bus, but the company owner said, “We’ve been trying since the first bus exploded, but every single bus transceiver has been sabotaged! And few of the drivers carry cell phones because the transceivers normally always work. So, we can’t reach them!”
There are 4 minutes to go. Suddenly the policeman who had been directing traffic can’t take it any more. He grabs a bayonet from a soldier, puts it in his belt, and says to the Chief of Police, “Sir, let me handle this. I know what to do. Just have police and military ready, right now, at every single school served by the bus company, and had the bus company owner ready with a map of the routes served by each bus.” He calmly walks over to the Palestinian boy, picks him up, and carries him into a police van and closes the door behind him. “Boy,” he gently says in Palestinian, “Tell us the number immediately, or I will cause you pain.” The boy cursed at the policeman in Palestinian. The policeman, seeing that the boy is right handed, grabs his left wrist and kneels on the boy’s arm, and flattens the boy’s hand against the deck. The boy flails wildly and sinks his teeth into the policeman’s side, drawing blood. The policeman, intent on saving the children, feels nothing. He carefully begins cutting open the boy’s pinky with the bayonet. The boy, in pain, screams curses. The policeman moves the blade tip inside the cut on the end of the pinky finger. The boy finally screams, “BUS 167!!! BUS 167!!!”
Immediately army officials tell the company owner, waiting for the information on his cell phone, the bus number. He in turn immediately tells the army officials which school is served by the bus, and where the second half of its route takes it.
Police and army officials follow the route backwards, and find the bus and pull it over. There are 2 minutes to go.
To prevent a panic, as a male soldier whispers instructions to the bus driver, a female soldier posing as a school official gently and smilingly tells the children that they are about to engage in a “bus fire drill.” The children listen attentively, as soldiers kick-out every bus window at the bottom, and begin helping the first, second and third grade out of the bus, as fast as possible, through the windows, into the waiting arms of soldiers and police. Nearby homes are evacuated by other soldiers and police. With 5 seconds to go, the last child is being carried away from the bus by an Israeli soldier.
BOOM.
The explosion is enormous. Every window within one square miles is broken by the concussion. Thousands of people too close to the explosion are knocked down and their noses bloodied by the boom. 15 nearby homes are destroyed. But only one person – the soldier carrying the first grader, who used his body to shield the first grader, dies. Israel celebrates the miracle.
Question: Was cutting open the little boy’s pinky finger with the bayonet moral?
READERS, BEWARE. THIS IS A ROUGH HYPO.
At 2:00 a.m. Israel time a team of Palestinian terrorists sneak quietly into the largest school bus bus barn serving the Jerusalem metropolitan area, cut the transceiver power lines on every one of 200 buses with wire cutters, and carefully attach extremely powerful time bombs to the underside of 2 buses, only.
One member of the team is a 13 year old boy, whose father is training him for future missions.
The next morning, at 7:35 a.m., after the first bomb kills 47 middle school children, at a busy intersection in front of the bus born, the 13 year old Palestinian boy assumes that the Israeli policeman directing traffic a few feet away does not speak Palestinian. So, he brags to his 10 year old brother, out load, “The second bomb on bus number” BEEP – a car beeps its horn just as the boy says the number – “will go off in 9 minutes! So, listen hard!”
The Israeli policeman, whose Palestinian mother taught him Palestinian, heard everything but the bus number. While struggling to remain perfectly calm and directing traffic, he radios-in to headquarters a report about the boy’s statement.
Within 120 seconds, 40 police and army vehicles converge on the intersection. The boys look up, startled. The policeman, watching them to make sure that the did not run away, looks them in the eyes. The boys suddenly know that their conversation was overheard. They turn and run. The 10 year old escapes. The policeman successfully tackles the 13 year old.
Only 7 minutes to go. Police and army officials fluent in Palestinian, in a panic, yell at the boy to reveal the bus number. The boy stands silent. An Israeli Army captain starts weeping and he kneels in front of the boy and says, in Palestinian, “Boy, I have 3 daughters on those buses. Please, please tell us which bus it is. If one of our daughters die, my wife will die of a broken heart. Tell us, and God will be so happy.” But the soldier makes a mistake: He inserts the Hebrew word for God into the Palestinian language sentence. The boy, surprised, looks down at the kneeling soldier, spits in his eye, and laughs.
The ring of soldiers and police freeze. What can they do? They call the bus company and ask them to radio out an alarm to evacuate every single bus, but the company owner said, “We’ve been trying since the first bus exploded, but every single bus transceiver has been sabotaged! And few of the drivers carry cell phones because the transceivers normally always work. So, we can’t reach them!”
There are 4 minutes to go. Suddenly the policeman who had been directing traffic can’t take it any more. He grabs a bayonet from a soldier, puts it in his belt, and says to the Chief of Police, “Sir, let me handle this. I know what to do. Just have police and military ready, right now, at every single school served by the bus company, and had the bus company owner ready with a map of the routes served by each bus.” He calmly walks over to the Palestinian boy, picks him up, and carries him into a police van and closes the door behind him. “Boy,” he gently says in Palestinian, “Tell us the number immediately, or I will cause you pain.” The boy cursed at the policeman in Palestinian. The policeman, seeing that the boy is right handed, grabs his left wrist and kneels on the boy’s arm, and flattens the boy’s hand against the deck. The boy flails wildly and sinks his teeth into the policeman’s side, drawing blood. The policeman, intent on saving the children, feels nothing. He carefully begins cutting open the boy’s pinky with the bayonet. The boy, in pain, screams curses. The policeman moves the blade tip inside the cut on the end of the pinky finger. The boy finally screams, “BUS 167!!! BUS 167!!!”
Immediately army officials tell the company owner, waiting for the information on his cell phone, the bus number. He in turn immediately tells the army officials which school is served by the bus, and where the second half of its route takes it.
Police and army officials follow the route backwards, and find the bus and pull it over. There are 2 minutes to go.
To prevent a panic, as a male soldier whispers instructions to the bus driver, a female soldier posing as a school official gently and smilingly tells the children that they are about to engage in a “bus fire drill.” The children listen attentively, as soldiers kick-out every bus window at the bottom, and begin helping the first, second and third grade out of the bus, as fast as possible, through the windows, into the waiting arms of soldiers and police. Nearby homes are evacuated by other soldiers and police. With 5 seconds to go, the last child is being carried away from the bus by an Israeli soldier.
BOOM.
The explosion is enormous. Every window within one square miles is broken by the concussion. Thousands of people too close to the explosion are knocked down and their noses bloodied by the boom. 15 nearby homes are destroyed. But only one person – the soldier carrying the first grader, who used his body to shield the first grader, dies. Israel celebrates the miracle.
Question: Was cutting open the little boy’s pinky finger with the bayonet moral?
