In a time of war and strife, one might find oneself desiring a few armaments of one’s own. Well, this post is here to provide you with all sorts of advice.
First, don’t buy Palestinian rockets. They’re crap. In fact, you probably can’t buy them, you’ll have to hand make them, just like the Palestinians. Handmake the sugar-based propellant, scrounge up some urea and a couple kgs of TNT so you have some explosives. And then you’ll have one of these.
Yeah, total crap. No guidance system and no reliable way of targeting, period. I’ve seen sweeter rockets in SkyMall.
Instead, I recommend becoming fast friends with the U.S., they’ll give you sweet stuff, even if it’s against their own laws. Like the Arms Export Control Act of 1976, which requires that each nation that receives weapons from the United States is not using the weapons for any form of conflict escalation. But let the results speak for themselves.
See, that’s what I expect when I hear ‘missile fire’ or ‘shelling’. I mean, you can’t even tell if there was a shack, shanty, or shed there. Also, they got the medical van, which was wise, as I learned from some very wise World of Warcraft players: you should go after the healers first.
Anyway, this post brought to you by Boston.com’s Scenes from the Gaza Strip.