Prince of Terror

Ding Dong, the prince is dead,
The wicked, wicked prince is dead!

Simply put, his time had come. The master manipulator of strategic terror was taken by that other of his own league, the Prince of Death.

Aided, of course, by those sworn to avenge the hundreds of his victims who suffered unspeakable torture and viciously casual death.

He ran and he hid, with the ample support of disguise and safe harbour offered him by his admirers and supporters. Those to whom his death bespeaks tragedy. Those for whom the deaths of countless others reflects a nonchalant yet triumphant victory in their shared jihad.

His end was guaranteed by the sheer weight of blood staining him, yet sustaining his heroic presence among his deadly tribe.

If it was indeed skilled Israeli covert agents who planned his timely dispatch, the message is apt. Out of a perfect score of ten, 4 allotted to a simple fulfillment of a vow to bring to justice the evil mastermind of destroyed lives.

Another 4 to deliver a successful message that Israel can and will reach into the darkest, most remote and seemingly protected spaces to expunge her deadly enemies. The remaining 2 represent another message: there is an alternative; accept the country's presence.

Cease the course of mutual destruction.

This is the epitome of a rough neighbourhood. The geography replete with totalitarian, dysfunctional states and deadly, roaming militias bent on slaughter. Interspersed with nations struggling to lift themselves into the 21st Century.

How to survive in such an unforgivingly brutal atmosphere, other than to employ and perfect upon tactics reflecting those of one's deadly adversaries?

The prevailing mantra in Arab Muslim societies blaming Israel, the Jews, and Zionists on their own social backwardness, economic failures and political dystopias must stop.

Life is more than a race to the finish line.