🍝 THE DAILY SITDOWN 🍝

So, listen to this bullshit. Over a hundred of these… *organizations*, right? These bleeding hearts, these… *charities*, they’re screamin’ about Israel and Gaza. Weaponizing aid, they call it. Starvation’s gettin’ worse, blah, blah, blah. Sounds like a fuckin’ opera, doesn’t it? These guys, Oxfam, Doctors Without Borders – a bunch of pencil-necked geeks who’ve probably never seen a real fight in their lives, let alone dealt with a real problem like… *me*. They’re sayin’ Israel’s blockin’ aid unless they kiss ass and jump through hoops. They gotta sing the Israeli national anthem, maybe even *learn Hebrew*, before they’re allowed to send a can of beans. See, these rules – they came in March, *supposedly* to keep Hamas from gettin’ their greasy mitts on the stuff. Israel says it's all about making sure the aid gets to the *people*, not the terrorists. Right. Like that’s ever how it works. It’s like sayin’ a rat won’t go for the cheese… if you put it in a fuckin’ mousetrap. Capisce? But these organizations are sayin’ it's a flat-out lie. They claim they can't even get a *single truck* through since March 2nd. Sixty requests rejected in *July* alone? That’s a whole lotta “no”s. These guys are sittin’ on millions of dollars worth of supplies – one guy, Carroll, from Anera, has seven million dollars worth of food, enough rice for six million meals, *sitting in Ashdod*. Just *kilometers* away. It’s enough to make you wanna… *choke*. They’re talkin’ about hospitals without supplies, kids dyin’ from hunger. Preventable illnesses, they say. Christ, it’s like somethin’ outta a Dickens novel, except instead of coal mines, it’s… this. A whole lotta political horseshit. Now, Israel says the delays only happen when these organizations don't wanna play ball, don’t wanna follow the “basic security requirements.” They say nearly twenty organizations *are* gettin’ aid through – three hundred trucks a day. The UN, though, says they need *six hundred* trucks. So, what’s the fuckin’ story? It’s all a goddamn mess, see? Reminds me of that time with that construction contract in Bloomfield… Everybody wants a piece of the pie, and nobody wants to share. Except in this case, the pie is food and medicine, and the people starvin’ aren’t just some schmucks on a construction job, they’re… well, they’re *people*. The whole thing stinks. It’s a political football, and the people, they’re the ones gettin’ trampled. This whole thing is a goddamn shame. So yeah… Fuhgeddaboudit. Unless, of course, someone wants to make me an offer I can't refuse. Then, maybe, just maybe, I can figure out a way to solve this… *problem*. But that’s a whole other can of worms. And I'm full. I just had gabagool and peppers. Don't even get me started.