So. Its ceasefire. Like a belated birthday wish, that arrives in true melancholic lyricism of a Shakespearan tragedy. Minus the finality.

After an eleventh hour huff-n-puff effort to bomb each other black and blue, it was conclusively decided that they had bombed each other into, well, a darker shade of black and blue. Frankly, atleast the Hezbollah was getting what it said it wanted - Israeli lives. More or less. 

But 34 days and several dead children later, its amusing to watch Israel chase the Hezbollah ass into the Latini River, barely 15 miles north of the border, like anyone who doesnt run out of his already devastated house must surely have Hezbollah lineage. Further, Israel bravely promises to maintain its air and sea blockade on Lebanon to prevent re-supply of Hezbollah. With more than 220 (totally 4000) rockets having found their fiery asses burried into Israeli soil on the last day, I can almost hear the Nasarallah rap.

Bomb out your muthafuggin arse yeh yeh yeh
While you screw my sistah Pristine, 
This aint no stinking funny maan, 
coz i'm gonna bomb out you sodding jews clean.

To be fair, the Israelis left enough leaflets to rehabilitate the ruined paper recycling industry in Beirut. If anyone bothers to read them, they'll understand that Hezbollah had brought the people of Lebanon "to the edge of the abyss" and brought only "destruction, displacement and death." and that the Israelis could return "with all necessary might." Was this supposed to be funny or what? 

The Lebanese, if not the Hezbollah, have plenty to laugh abt, though. Unifil(which suspiciously rhymes with some baby powder, i just cant recall which) and the Lebanese army will now achieve what the Israelis, half-witted and hot-blooded, could not do with their shiny stars-n-stripes balls of gunpowder. And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air...tra la la...