Ironically, the settlers, a group I’ve come to know better since immigrating here, eat organic food, wear sandles, have incredibly long, thick sidelocks reminiscent of hippy hair, wear hppy-ish clothes, and live in constant communion with nature in their ancestral homes, in simple dwellings and with breathtaking views of mountains and valleys. They are also practicing social justice, asserting their claims to land that was often stolen from Jews during vicious pogroms and outright massacres. They also carry guns like the Weathermen, the Symbionese Liberation Army, the BLA and the Black Panthers. Among them here are many Ethiopian and Asian Jews, whom they treat as equals and brothers. But since the Palestinians are fashionable, the Leftys refuse to even notice any of this. These people have the testicular fortitude of many Davids facing many Goliaths on steroids, including Obama, the United States, and the Israeli government, not to mention the Palis and their billionare oil shiek buddies.
Increasingly, the song “You Can Do Miracles” from Spielberg’s Prince of Egypt comes to my mind here in “occupied” territory. It ought to be the Yishuvniks’ theme song, assuming that they need one.
Where do you live?
The Settlers are as Bibi said pioneers not villains. The analogy of US pioneers seems apt, a self-sufficient group.