Hell Goes Arctic
Hell puts on a parka, and the devils start price-shopping for snow tires while the news ticker claims peace in the Middle East. It is the idiom made flesh. When you see pitchforks used as ski poles and brimstone turning into a skating rink, you assume something impossible happened, like a Waffle House closing for weather or a three-legged greyhound winning the Boston Marathon. Our cartoon nails that brain-snap moment where the universe flips its switch and the punchline walks in unannounced.
Paperwork For Miracles
On the facts, there is some precedent for frost. The United States midwifed the Abraham Accords in 2020, when Israel normalized ties with the United Arab Emirates and Bahrain, later joined in various forms by Morocco and Sudan. That was real ink and real handshakes. Fast forward, and headlines now talk about a Trump-announced ceasefire framework between Israel and Hamas that trades hostages for prisoners and sets the table for a pullback in Gaza while negotiators from the U.S., Egypt, and Qatar push the details. If that deal holds, even for a season, the temperature down below has a reason to drop.
Devils Hate The Fine Print
The imp in the earmuffs probably knows that earlier truces were fragile things measured in days, stitched together by the same mediators, and that Hamas remains a U.S.-designated foreign terrorist organization, a label that complicates any handshake photo.
The devil’s HR department would file that under ongoing workplace hazards.
Still, if hostages go home and guns go quiet longer than a coffee break, the pit bosses might start salting the walkways.
Until then, keep the skates handy and the lava on simmer.