It’s called “a cease fire,” the thing the international “leaders” like our lying president with his hollow words fall all over themselves to “achieve” when Israel dares to fight back.
I don’t suppose we’ll ever know how much tax money Barry and the Hildabeast promised the puppeteers in Egypt to “restrain” their Hamas proteges for however long they actually do it. A week? Less?
Or what threats Barry made to Bibi to get him to go along? The end of American military support? No more parts for those stretch, two-seat F-16s? Or Blackhawk troop movers? Opening an American consulate in Ramallah or Gaza?
Bibi wouldn’t have folded easily because now his government teeters and his political career is in jeopardy from a fed-up Israeli electorate. Including for the first time the distracted seculars of Tel Aviv whose “bubble” those Iranian rockets finally pierced.
When Hamas (hamas in Hebrew means “violent robbery”) finishes reloading and, inevitably, breaks the “ceasefire,” perhaps whoever has replaced Bibi will have the cahones to cut off Gaza’s water and electricity. Until the go-along (hardly innocent) populace forces their Jihadi masters to surrender. How old mannish of me, thinking rational rules could still apply.
UPDATE: Starting back in January and at least twenty times this year Jerusalem asked the Dictator’s Club (otherwise known as the U.N.) to condemn and stop the rockets from Gaza bombarding Southern Israel. No response. No action. So the IDF fights back and, suddenly, the UN comes flying in to save Hamas.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
You can think of it as analogous to treaties with Plains Indian tribes in the 1800s. Some of the chiefs might sincerely want peace, but their culture, fatally misunderstood by our chiefs, had no power to restrain individuals from raiding. They did as they pleased.
Come to think of it, they were pretty damn free…I’d suggest that lifestyle, but I would miss central heat and air.
Heh. I’d miss my weekly bath, not to mention H.E.B.