Calm Your Tents

I’d love to go to Israel, but I’m too afraid.  It seems to me that the Middle East is like the modern Wild, Wild West.  I have relatives and friends who’ve been there multiple times who urge me to go.  They say, “What are you afraid of?  You’re in plenty of danger over here just driving around in your car.”  To which I reply, “Well, I’d be driving around in a car over there, as well, right?  I just don’t think I can take that kind of additional stress.”

Add to all that my fear of inadvertently showing the soles of my feet to the wrong person, resulting in some kind of explosion, and you have a person who really prefers to stay home.  And write obnoxious little essays in the wee hours of the morning.

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I had a concept for a brief sketch/comic strip/video on a related topic:  the tendency for Arab males to emotionally express themselves via playful (and often fully-automatic) public gunfire.  If someone would like to bring this concept to fruition, I’d….well, I’d let them.

Picture a group of Arab men in a public square, shouting, jumping around, and firing guns into the sky.  You would see this same image/frame/clip three times in a row.  The same identical thing, but with three different captions describing the volatile Arab reaction to:

1.  A bombing from Israel (…..outrage!)

2.  Sanctions from the U.S. (…..outrage!)

3.  Someone stubbed their toe.

Maybe, after all, the secret to Middle East peace is simply sensible shoes.

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