Oh, really?
Hamas really knows how to unload gut-busters, don’t they?
Here’s the latest rib-tickler from their spokesman, seeking to crack up the world press:
Ghazi Hamad, spokesman for the Hamas government, said that Israel was trying to engineer a whitewash.
“Israel is shying away from its responsibilities over this atrocious crime, without offering the slightest proof,” he said.
“These Israeli allegations are false and lack any credibility. While the resistance wants to ambush the occupation, it does not place bombs on beaches or in the middle of crowds.”
Oh, really?
Al Jazeerah: Fatah blames Hamas for Gaza blast
(September 24, 2005)
The Fatah faction of Palestinian leader Mahmud Abbas has blamed the resistance group Hamas for the deadly blast at a military parade in Gaza that killed at least 19 people and wounded 80 others.
“The Fatah Central Committee holds the Hamas movement fully responsible for the victims of the military parade (that was held) among civilians,” the committee said in a statement.
Hamas earlier said the explosion at its rally in the northern Gaza refugee camp of Jabaliya was caused by an Israeli airstrike.
Israel denied involvement in the blast, the first deadly incident in the territory since it completed its Gaza pullout.
Fatah’s Central Committee slammed Hamas for holding a rally in the densely populated camp, where thousands watched the parade procession attended by dozens of fighters, armed with rifles and other weapons.
The massive blast on Friday ripped through the Jabaliya refugee camp as throngs of people celebrated Israel’s recent withdrawal from the Gaza Strip, just hours after Israeli troops shot dead three Palestinians in the West Bank.
Medical sources said 19 people were killed with more than 80 wounded. Among the casualties were children and resistance fighters.
What’s the Arab equivalent of tapdancing in a mine field?

It has taken me nearly two years to break her of the habit of being petted on the bathroom sink. This is because during a visit, my mother catered to Gracie’s every whim, and that included petting her while she was on the bathroom sink. After Mom went home, Gracie would leap onto the sink and yowl for me to attend her. Her place used to be on the shelf between the living room and kitchen. I have finally succeeded in getting her back there. She won’t simply leap to the shelf, even if there’s plenty of space. She has to go around me, jump on the leather chair, leap to the top of it, and then jump onto the shelf to be petted. Every. Single. Time.