The other day my four year-old son and I were train-spotting on the bridge over the Siracha-Laem Chabang railway. A long freight train passed beneath us. After the caboose disappeared from sight I spit onto the tracks. Fenway followed my lead and spat a gob of drool into the air.
He laughed with glee.
Like father, like son.
And America taught Israel how to seize Palestine the same way we occupied the ancient lands of the Native Americans.
Like America, like Israel, not the people, just the countries.