TEPEE TROOPERS IN TEL AVIV!

Before the soft Israeli left gathered in the warm Tel Aviv evening to protest the war on Hamas, that afternoon, they had ducked out of weekly treatment sessions. Instead, they'd all run off to sing songs, prance and dance through the fields of Kumbaya. And there, they stroked lions and lambs who snuggled together under ancient coolabahs, while listening to the crystalline stream tinkling it's wayward way to the peace now, open oceans of the world...

There I was picking the daisies when some hairy assed
bloke got me with the butterfly net.