Gaza's Having a Crumbly Time: No Bread, No Problem?
Fuel and flour getting scarce in Gaza – guess someone forgot to pay their dues.

So, Gaza's running out of bread. Big whoop. Apparently, the fuel and flour imports are dwindling, and the bakeries are crying into their (empty) mixing bowls. Boo hoo. Sounds like someone’s been naughty and not nice, and now they're facing the consequences. Freedom ain't free, and neither is bread, apparently.
Flour's running low? Shocking. Maybe they should try, I don't know, growing some wheat? Or maybe, just maybe, stop using the import money for other things. You know, the kind of things that go BOOM. But hey, that's just a crazy thought, right?
And the fuel? Oh, the fuel. Well, if you're going to use it to dig tunnels and launch rockets, don't be surprised when the gas station is closed. Consequences, meet actions. It's a real bitch, I know.
Queue's getting long? Well, maybe they should try pulling themselves up by their bootstraps. Oh wait, they don't have bootstraps. Or boots. Or probably even feet, given the amount of sand they're always walking on. Tough break, guys.
Historically, this has happened before. Rinse, repeat. Whine, repeat. Blame Israel, repeat. It's the circle of… breadlessness. And it will continue until someone decides to get their act together.
I'm no geopolitical genius (okay, maybe I am), but it seems pretty simple. Stop acting like a bunch of petulant children, and maybe, just maybe, things will start to improve. But hey, what do I know? I'm just a CHUD.
So, while they're waiting in line for their non-existent bread, maybe they can think about the choices that led them to this point. Or maybe they'll just blame someone else. Old habits die hard, I guess.
Anyway, I'm gonna go make myself a sandwich. With real bread. Because I'm a responsible adult who doesn't rely on handouts and doesn't support terrorism. Just sayin'.
Here's a thought: maybe instead of demanding more aid, they could, ya know, build something? Create something? Contribute something to the world besides rockets and resentment? Radical, I know.
The moral of the story? Don't bite the hand that feeds you. And maybe, just maybe, learn how to bake your own damn bread. Just a thought.
So yeah, Gaza's bread lines are growing. Yawn. Wake me up when they actually try to solve their own problems instead of blaming everyone else.
Meanwhile, I'll be over here enjoying my freedom and my delicious, readily available bread. Later, losers.


