Lebanon fires rockets into Israel

Sweet-Jaysus-in-a-speedo….the shit has not only hit the fan, its getting knee-deep. From Reuters:

Israel pressed its offensive against Hamas militants in the Gaza Strip on Thursday amid sharp Red Cross criticism that it was delaying access to casualties.

A rocket salvo from Lebanon slightly wounded two people in northern Israel and briefly raised fears that Hezbollah fighters were opening a second front to relieve pressure on Gaza. But an Israeli cabinet minister blamed Palestinian groups in Lebanon.

This isn’t going away any time soon. It will only get worse. Keep in mind that very few Israeli’s have been killed while over 700 Palestinians are dead from this pissing contest. Again from Reuters:

Eleven Israelis have died in the past 13 days, eight of them soldiers, including four killed by “friendly” fire.

The International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) said its officials and Palestinian ambulance workers had found four starving children huddled with at least 12 corpses in Gaza in a house 80 meters from an Israeli military position.

Among the dead in the house, found lying on mattresses, were the children’s mothers, the ICRC said.

In nearby houses in Gaza’s devastated Zeitoun neighborhood, the team found another three corpses and 15 survivors, including several who were wounded, the Geneva-based agency said.

It is so hard to wrap my mind around this carnage. It makes me weep. Israel is creating orphans at an alarming rate, they are using a wrecking ball when a hammer will do the job.

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