Two Arabs are sitting in a Gaza Strip bar chatting over a pint of fermented goat's milk.
One pulls his wallet out and starts flipping through pictures and they start reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son. He's a martyr."
"You must be so proud," says the other.
"And this is my second son. He is a martyr also."
"A fine looking young man," replies his friend.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab says wistfully, "They blow up so fast, don't they?"
haha racist..
tsk....