I picture my dad way back when, dying in hospital of lung cancer complications, experiencing the profound pit of loss in my heart as I watched him leave us. But at least he seemed peaceful, the hospital room was clean, the staff compassionate, the atmosphere appropriately solemn. Then I try to imagine the alternative: instead of the placid face of the kind, just, loving man to whom I'll always be grateful, there lies on a filthy floor, a plastic bag of carnage,bloody human meat that used to be him. And it kindles just a bit of the sorrow and outrage that we need to sustain to realize that Israel must go, Zionism must be eliminated from the face of this planet. ASAP