Dear Chutzpanim,
Today in Rabin square there was a yearly squirt-gun fight in Kikar Rabin, in Tel Aviv. It was the ninth time that it occurred--
Here's a video:

Here are some photos from the event:
 The entrance to Rabin Square, a desolate battleground for the heart of Tel Aviv.
The fighting rages in the square, disrupting the lives of ordinary Tel Avivians, mostly youth.
 Here an adult points his weapon at a small child, up to his waist in the dredge of war.
  Children meander naked in the streets.
 Women are indiscriminately attacked. In the boobies.
In the desert of the middle east, the citizens must find water wherever they can.
They believe that a thing called "The Force" controls everything, and wish to install the master of their religious order, a "Darth," as dictator of the galaxy, similar to Iran.
 Vigilantes roam the streets.
 Even the children are armed.
 Mothers cower as their children are turned into the instruments of war.
 Homemade contraptions fail as locals attempt to defend themselves.
 This child soldier was taken early.
 This one may be lost already.
 The fight expands outwards into the city.
The partisans wage street battles, taking cover where they can.
 Families fight together.
 Even jogger ladies stretching are not exempt from the violence.
 The joy of the kill seems to consume this fighter; how can such a distraught people ever embrace peace?
Weaponry technology advances in bucket-loads. When will the violence stop?
 The whole city seems in disarray.
 Even the goths must flee the shadows and reach for their arms.
 Indiscriminate destruction is pervasive, even disrupting the lives of otherwise carefree teenage girls.
 Bursts rock the plaza.

 The destruction spews onward.
 Even couples can be split along the endless ethno-political lines.
 How can a war like this end? Who can unite and lead such a divided people?
 Only the most violent & destructive partisan group can kill their way to the top of this mountain of carnage.
 The streets flow with discarded instruments of war.
 The flood seems never ending.
 Foreign mercenaries join the battle.
 Orange... where are they from? The Nederlands?
 No, no, chaver, much, much worse. The feared Chutzpan cell company, Orange.
 The battle seems to ebb.
The discarded wrecks of war return home... But will the peace last?
Drink more soy milk, so you may be ready for the battle to come.
-Sauce