BIG CROWDS AND LOADS OF BUNTING!

The Hamas-ites rally, like Nurembergers before them, hearing and cheering the calls for the destruction of Israel, never ever get it. And when their houses are flattened because they had rockets not radish in their pantry, they wah-wah away. If my hero Bomber Harris (circa 1942-45) were in charge, he'd have finished the Gaza Gang off in 48 hours and been off down the Duck and Goose for a pint of warm, mild English bitter. They should consider themselves fortunate that carpet shampooing is out of fashion.

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