All the Hamas fighters in Gaza throw down their weapons. Everyone who lives in Gaza, from the week-old baby in its mother's arms to the 98-year-old farmer, gets up and walks out into the street. In their hundreds of thousands, the crowds join together, swelling into a mass one and a half million strong. Together they march out of Gaza, simply surging past the Israeli checkpoints, under the eyes of the stunned Israeli soldiers, beneath the barrels of the massed Merkavas. The Apaches, hovering overhead, hold their fire. Surrounding the Israeli troops but not lifting a finger to harm them, the massed Palestinians simply sit down where they are. Apart from the crackle of radios as confused Israeli commanders plead for instructions, and the whump-whump-whump of the helicopters, the only sound is the whirring of cameras relaying the amazing images around the world.
I think that's something along the lines of what Farmer Bob has in mind. And it's a stunning, intoxicating prospect, I have to admit. If it ever happened I think Israel would indeed find that it had to deal fairly with the Palestinian question.
I think a lot of Palestinians would die in the process, however - at least at the beginning. But, leaving aside the question of likelihood or practicality, I part company with Farmer Bob for two reasons:
A) I won't insist that this is the only means the Palestinians have to solve their problem (or tell them their problems are their own damn fault if they choose a different course of action); and
B) I don't consider them "as bad as Israel" because they attempt to ward off the Israeli attacks, or try to retaliate as best they can.