Two Palestinian Arabs are sitting in a Gaza bar while smoking hashish and chatting over a pint of fermented goat's milk.

The first Arab pulls his wallet out and starts flipping through pictures, and they start reminiscing.

"This is my oldest son, he's a martyr."

"Praise Allah! You must be so very proud," says the other.

"Yes, and this is my second son. He's a martyr also."

"A fine looking young man... praise be to Mohammed!" replies his friend.

After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Arab says wistfully,

"They blow up so fast, don't they?"

Ugh . . . very un-p.c. . . .

Yes. But how un-PC is it for us to cast humorous, even critically serious, asides about our own culture, ethnicities, or religion?