I talk about the news sometimes with my daughter, who is in middle school.

Today I told her that Israel was attacked, and hundreds are dead. I played the The Daily for her in the car. It described unarmed people being indiscriminately mowed down by gunmen, people being abducted, families being intentionally ripped apart.

And that’s just day one.

It was a hard thing to have to play for my daughter, but I want her to know what people are capable of at their worst.

She listened silently for about 20 minutes. When we stopped the car, you could tell she was moved and deeply saddened. She pretty well boiled it down in a few words.

That’s a sad story. I don’t understand the purpose of war.

Well said, my friend.

She asked why this happened, and I tried to explain it: all the history and terrible conditions and politics and religion and blah blah blah blah blah. Here eyes glazed over.

Because it didn’t make sense to her.

Because, it really just doesn’t make any fucking sense. Nobody wins this thing.

Intentionally killing scores of unarmed people at a music festival is not a military operation and can never be justified no matter how twisted your logic is, Hamas, you idiots. By now most of the people who did killing are dead too, certainly burning in hell if there is such a thing.

Sometimes a war is necessary, but this one seems to have gotten off to a really shitty start even with that framing.

Good luck, everyone in Israel and Gaza.

I really hope there is a Good Friday Agreement somewhere in your future so you can one day make some sweet tunes with your family instead of cutting off the water supply and burying bodies.