I am proud that Australia has voted supporting a UN sponsored bill regarding a Cease Fire in Palestine. Quite late, but, well, well done.

I think I've been booted out of a very mad right wing pro Israel chem trails covid conspiracy group awaiting a better Armageddon for Australian white folk. Kind of just like the Australian Liberal Party. VOICE NO - AUDIT YES. Well worth a look. Oh well, I did try to help unleash them from the tentacled rapture of the Great Satan. On we go!

 VOICE NO AUDIT YES

trippy and toxic middle east

So, that bizarre Middle Eastern First World State has increased the hourly frequency and the massive-ness of those giant bombings of a very densely packed starving small ricketty city full of third world 'human-animals' in refugee camps...

& are already 2 months into their 'war', as they call it, against that city/country whose existence that they don't recognise,

you know the one, the one with all the dead babies, children, woman, mothers, men, fathers and grandfathers, the ones with all those little legs and arms and heads blown off just lying around everywhere in the great foul stink of evil...

a pure, clear mathematical depopulating of trash by design, for the success and wealth of the Greater State against that amazing 'fierce enemy' that, well, has no army...yes, that one.

You know the one.

And all the great work of God's own very special people, so they say they are, about themselves.

That reality is that...in 2023... Kind of trippy, and a tad toxic, really. I don't think there's any antidote for that.

The only Christmas Card picture with any validity this year...Holy Bethlehem, Palestine, December 2023..."No, YOU back off!"

 

Silent Night, Holy Night

Silent Night, Holy Night

All is calm, all is bright

round young Palestinian

mother and child

holy infant so tender and mild...

sleep in white phosphorous peace dear

sleep in Israel's peace.

Silent Night, Holy Night

limbs are torn and flamed with blight

to kill the child

before the life

scream in white phosphorous peace, dear

scream in Israel's peace.

Silent Night, Holy Night

There's no one here

to see the light

Blown to pieces,

Burnt to death to appease the Right.

Holy Night with No claim worthwhile

the ruthless bombs, the shameless guile.

Silent Night, Holy Night

You stood your ground

and were blown to great height.

Your arms flew higher than you did

but you were just a child

who never shouted out the essential 'Heil!'

Silent Night.

You were the best of them

they had you on their file

the new creation

the perfect child

murdered by their sick and evil bile.

Upset re the Israeli Holocaust on Palestinians?Seven billion people, or all those with access simultaneously post a protest at 12.00 GMT on Saturday next. Post on TicTok Post on Instagram Post on Facebook Post on local power poles, fences, buildings, by drone, with fireworks. Post it notes, anything. Shout in the Streets, in fields, from mountain tops, in the oceans, in wooded glades, in shopping malls, Just do it Check clocks. 12.00 Greenwich Mean Time.

This current Australia disgusts me. Regarding the Israeli massacres in Gaza.

The War Feast Begins.

It appears the Israeli Army Navy and Air Heroes etc are carefully 'cherry picking' their 'sort of real' targets whilst they starve Palestinian people, the masses, to grey boney death in general.

"Well, it wouldn't be as much fun if we just blew them all up in a day, would it? Where is the joy in that?"

There's got to be some deeper technical, spine tinglingly strategic and pleasurable satisfaction every day, to make the deeper profound gratification last a long, long time. A really shoulder shivery Memorable Meal of the Ages.

Kind of like being a lip licking bizarre Israeli chef, I guess. What's next on the bloody cutting board of our absolute self-righteousness? What do our guests need to taste tonight?

They are so, so tired of old Palestinian pensioners and women on the grill, like sad prawns with tea towels on their heads. I believe we need new young blood. The blood of more Palestinian children. A swish and a swash and a stick of vanilla, a little bit of green pepper, and its transformed into a sweet yet piquant raspberry jus to pour on some creme anglaise for our French, American and English business partners, and our special Australian ones now, always first to the table. Enough to fill each one, and something for each, in a doggy bag, to take home, for their lucky pets.

"The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters."

This Australia disgusts me.