"Still, I was nervous. Terrified, actually. And I had no idea what I should do. I called Charles and Dan, told them what happened, and said I needed a drink. We met at a bar a few minutes later. Dan was concerned. Charles was furious.An excerpt from self-supported journalist Michael Totten's new book, "The Road To Fatima Gate". That passage reminds me somewhat of an interesting encounter I had in Taipei a couple of years ago; I shan't say with whom it was, and no words were exchanged, but the eye contact alone spoke volumes: fear.
“You need to threaten him back,” he said.
“What?” I said. “Threaten Hezbollah? Are you joking?”
“No,” he said. “I’m not joking.”
“I can’t do that,” I said.
“Sure, you can,” he said. “You can’t imagine how paranoid Hezbollah is. You’re an American. Not only do they dare not touch you; they are afraid of you.”..."
Saturday 14 May 2011
Fighting Fear With Fear
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