Aftermath

Well, today was the day that I had to deal with the car. First thing I needed to do was to get a police report. As soon as the incident happened on Thursday night, I immediately called the police and they told me to report it to the police at the roadblock. The policewoman took down my details and told me to go ASAP to the police station in Modi'in. I went the police station and the policewoman there told me to return in the morning because only an "officer" can take my report. I returned Friday morning and the officer in charge told me he couldn't help me because the incident took place in the territories so I had to go to the police station in Givat Ze'ev. So today I drove to Givat Ze'ev and reported the incident and finally got the report written by the FIFTH police officer I spoke to. I had to drive by where the rock throwing took place and I didn't experience any signs of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. While the policeman was taking down my details another officer came in holding two gargantuan bags of weed and requested a form to enter drug evidence. The police officer noticed me checking out the bags and said to me "Drug's are bad." I smiled and wasn't about to offer my views on drug policy. Anyway, I then had to take the form to the offices of Finance Ministry in Jerusalem in order to get the government to pay for the damage to my car. After which I had to go meet an insurance adjuster who of course couldn't meet me for another hour so I putzed around Givat Shaul and bought some flax oil. The insurance adjuster showed up 30 minutes late, assessed the damage and gave me the forms to bring to my garage. I then drive my car to the garage and they tell me it will take two days to order the parts and another two to three days of work to make the repairs. If we were in a regular car accident and our insurance covered the damage we would be given a replacement car to use for the three days. Because the government is paying for the damage, we won't be. Which totally sucks. I am the victim here and now I have to pay 185 shekels a day to rent a damn car. Bollocks. I drove home feeling pretty defeated and threw a middle finger at the site where the rock was thrown, once again not feeling signs of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Then again, does PTSD manifest itself through anger?

I just want to thank everyone for all the good wishes and the concern for my safety. The more I think about it, the more lucky I realize I am that I wasn't wounded in this attack. And to those of you who are concerned about me changing my world view, this moderate will continue to be moderate but I am now more certain than ever that a divorce is needed between the Israeli and Palestinians and not a marriage. Now check out this simplification. Think of Israel being Denise Richards and the Palestinians being Charlie Sheen. Or vice versa. Now picture them married.

It just wasn't meant to be. Charlie Sheen likes whores.

Tags: 443, stone attack