Israel versus Hamas. Welcome to the latest round of Who’s Left Standing! There are so many addendums to this raging dispute that I would run out of Blogspot space before I labeled a fraction of busted villages.
I was talking to my idiot brother-in-law over the weekend. “You know what we need to do over there? Stand back and let them drop a nuke. When the whole region turns to glass, call me.” Well gee, human casualties aside and a nuclear winter, I’m thinking that’s a really bad idea. Call me crazy.
I don’t get it. No, I understand why they fight, but I don’t get the whole bloodshed and suicide vest thing. Why live that way? I can’t think of a thing in the world that would be worth living in rubble 24/7, 365 days a year. Can you?
If it were up to me, I’d offer up a sliver of diplomacy. “Let’s have a shower, sleep on a patch of our own beds tonight, and work out some shit in the morning.” But NO! Nope, we have to stand by and pay attention to Christiane Amanpour. I love her dearly, but I keep hoping she wouldn’t have anything to report.
Innocent people who don’t care a bit for grudge matches, religion or politics will spend New Year’s Eve in mourning. I don’t want to spend Monday thinking about this, either. And we must. Why? Because we have a shred of empathy left.
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