Mahmoud Abbas' motorcade arrived at a Gaza City mourning tent
so he could drink tiny little cups of Turkish coffee (basically sludge) and smoke endless Marlboro cigarettes from a circulating tray, sitting in a circle on cheap plastic folding chairs and looking somber while pretending to mourn Arafat.
Twenty guys dressed in green thought it would be lots more fun to fire guns in the air while yelling "Abbas and Dahlan are agents for the Americans!"
I don't blame them, Arabs are pretty boring mourners. Abbas' bodyguards' response? "Oh yeah? You're shooting the sky? We'll shoot at it too! Yee haw!
Eventually the 20 green guys decided it would also be jolly fun to rush the mourning tent and shoot bullets sideways for a change instead of up and down, and for some reason this made everyone freak out and trip over the cheap plastic folding chairs trying to run away.
Abbas' bodyguards hustled him into the corner of the tent, on the advanced security theory that people cowering in tent corners are invisible and bulletproof.
Traditionally formidable Arab marksmanship skills were in evidence as 20 men dressed in green, shouting slogans and firing guns, managed to shoot all of 6 people, one fatally (although they shot the living hell
out of the sky, which won't dare
look at them funny like that again).
Abbas was driven back to the safety of Palestinian headquarters (the so-called Rubble House).