Last week, Mo asked you to share good news. It was a good strategy - the news out of the Middle East is increasingly fallow soil for anyone looking to score some quick, topical laughs. Massive destruction, even impending massive destruction, just doesn’t get the big laughs. That’s why nobody watches ABC’s “America’s Funniest Extinctions,” and also why “1001 Genocide Jokes” is consistently at the bottom of Amazon’s sales rankings.

It’ll pass. Twenty years from now there will be some great comedy about World War III. It will possibly be by and for hideously mutated giant superintelligent roaches, but it’s bound to be very funny stuff. Comedy equals tragedy plus time, after all, which is why the 1866 production of “Mr. Billingsley’s Antietam Follies” was such a massive failure.

So the fact that, for instance “Hezbollah” sounds like it ought to be the name of an attractive but out-of-your-league French girl (”Would Mademoiselle Hezbollah desire her usual table? Eet is ready!”) - that observation will have to wait.

And it’s possible that calamity will be avoided. Someone might blink, or step back. Someone might step up and agree to some sort of peace. Or if we stall everyone long enough, global warming will submerge the whole region and the only disputes surrounding the holy land will be the fishing rights.

Who knows? We just might get lucky.