When I was young, my grandfather used to tell me stories about growing up in British Palestine. His father was a date farmer, and every day he would survey all the trees on his property. On good days, the dates would be dangling so close to the ground that he could pick all the ripe ones before the sun came up. Then he'd book it back inside so he could get back to refreshing the Huffington Post every twelve seconds.
Anyway, I don't really know why I thought of that just now, but here's Joe the Plumber ambushing an Israeli reporter yesterday:
JOE: The story here is people are being killed and the media’s slanting it and trying to make it Hamas is, uh, as far as, that Israel’s being bad. Do you believe Israel is bad?
REPORTER: Do I believe it?
JOE: Yeah, do you?!
REPORTER: I’m Israeli, so…
JOE: So answer the question!
REPORTER: No, I don’t think Israel is bad.
JOE: Do you think Israel has every right to protect itself?
JOE: You do?!
JOE: Have you said that on air?
REPORTER: I’m just a reporter.
Hm… 11:34. Anyone else on 8th floor wanna order banh mi in 30?
Tags: Gaza, Israel, Joe the Plumber