Big Rocket Candy Mountain
Descriptions of the Palestinian situation have fallen from “grave” to “gravest” to “scurvy and desalinated”—sorry, “scary and desolate”.
Can we go back to grave—as in six feet under?
An Egyptian police official says boxes of ammunitions, RPGs and anti-aircraft missiles have been uncovered inside a mountain in the northern Sinai peninsula.
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The official said some 2,200 bullets, 30 anti-aircraft missiles, several sacks packed with hand grenades and automatic rifles, and RPG launchers were stored inside the mountain.
Archbishop Desmond Tutu complained yesterday that Gaza looked like a ghost town—no children could be heard playing or seen waving at his limo. From that evidence, he concluded that the Israeli siege had sapped their will to live.
Maybe so, but not their will to kill.
PS: Even kill themselves:
Health officials say an explosion in the house of a Hamas operative has killed the man and wounded 16 relatives and neighbors.
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Hamas officials say Abu Shaban was handling explosives when the blast went off. Doctors say two of the 16 wounded are in critical condition.
Get that? The dumb [bleep] blew his own ass off, but that wasn’t enough. He had to endanger the lives of his friends and neighbors. And how many of them, do you think, had no idea he was a Hamass bomb maker?
The human rights pansies whine about “collective punishment”, as if the Palestinian community were somehow not responsible for the terrorists in their midst—against all evidence that they are. If this were how punishment were meted out—by the guilty to their enablers—Israel wouldn’t have to do it for them.