ShimmeringKoi

I think they have picked a lane, and the lane seems to be "those women and children are isis, we're going to bomb them don't feel bad ok"

I like to imagine that when the Black Eyed Peas came up with the lyric "let's get it started" as a replacement, it was like the end of a moon landing movie. The airlock door to the writing room unseals with a hiss, the band members walking out in slow motion to a cheering crowd. Moustached men in mission control high fiving, hugging each other and chainsmoking. Clusters of big vintage news cameras flash. The solemn yet hopeful horn music swells. They did it.

Man, just one flicked cigarette

"In training"? Why were they training them in a combat zone, they can't be that desperate for troops just yet. Are they really so arrogant, or is their security really that poor?

[https://youtu.be/JR3uz8rq4ng](I've been reminded that this banger exists, time to post it again)

Gonna cropdust the mayor's office later

Silencer

Loudener

I commend Hamas

Jesus christ, I think if I was presented with a birthday cake by the starving people who my state was genociding, I would fluctuate on a cellular level between "There are no words to express how destroyed I am at this moment, this burning solar fire of humanity has scoured away every comforting lie I have ever even half-believed to help myself sleep at night and I no longer have any idea how to live with myself" and "don't be an asshole, now is not the time for self-pity, yours is the least pressing plight of anyone for miles, these people baked you a cake now say thank you and share it."

I might just implode from the cumulative emotional pressure of that situation. That cake is like a psychic lance that focuses everything tragic and human about the situation and punches your heart out with it's tender absurdity. I would implode like the titanic sub. Especially after being released, to have an experience I now know countermands pretty much everything I've ever been told my entire life, to be invited even amidst relentless bombings and attacks into a cooling pool of shared humanity and then returned to the boiling acid bath of the "Isreali" vibrasphere in full genocide mode must be doubly shocking. And you cant talk about it with anyone around you, because nobody wants to hear it, because they all think the new friends you're now terrified for are all cockroach people. I wonder if any of them have some kind of mental break from the sudden isolating clarity of it all.

And while they've been released from the path of the indiscriminate zionist violence that's killed so many other of their own prisoners, I kind of don't think they're in much less danger now. I think if they keep telling truths like this that are inconvenient to the entity's government, they're probably at much more risk for very specific zionist violence.

I've gotten horribly, depressingly used to seeing shredded human bodies, but the cake is what finally broke me to tears. I read something recently on here about how if you keep scolling in search of one single piece of information that will galvanize you, youll be scrolling forever. I usually agree, but this time i found it. They baked him a cake. The knowledge is like a harpoon in my brain, dragging my thoughts back to the bleeding center of gravity and tugging on every connected nerve. They baked him a cake. Death to the zionist entity, death to America.

Gonna spit watermelon seeds at your cat

Jerec was the villain in literally my very first video game when I was 4, so this person is presumably older than me and thinks this way.

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