Along with murderous psychopaths, rabidly genocidal, madmen and women, they are also sexual predators. They run to israel from the US to israel because they find refuge there. Don’t believe me? Look it up.
Ok, here’s an article I found:
https://www.cbsnews.com/amp/news/how-jewish-american-pedophiles-hide-from-justice-in-israel/
How many tens of thousands perished or are taking their last breath under the rubble?
Everyone has left us behind.
This and 1000’s of times more. Up to 200,000 Palestinians civilians slaughtered. 70% women and children. innocent people under rubble crying to be saved, but they can’t be reached. It’s abominable, it’s Armageddon. The world is silent and watches these beautiful, innocent Palestinians and their babies turn into decomposing corpses, blown up, burnt alive, beheaded, raped, maimed, starved. Heartrending. Sickening. What kind of sick creatures are these, 95% of them think not enough force has been used in Gaza when 70,000 tons of bombs have been dropped on Gaza, a place just about the size of manhattan. Irredeemable. Unconscionable.
My mother was a narcissist, beyond spoilt. She got married when she was 20, in medical school. She had me when she was 21. I lived with my grandmother for a while. My life with my grandmother was Heaven!!! Then my mother took me back to a dark house with servants looking after me. I was 4 years old. The child abuse began then. Bloody noses, black eyes, black and blue all over my body. Once, my mother, in her insanity, beat the living daylights out of me took off all my clothes, pushed me out the front door bleeding, and locked it. Here I was a 4 year old little girl, standing outside ashamed to death. In my mind abject fear, anxiety, anger, but then of course “I did something wrong, I must apologize.” I had a lot of anger inside me against my mother, also guilt “It was my fault”. My friend Deb taught me to let go of the anger and to forgive. I did both, and had a good relationship with my mom for many years before she passed away. Forgiving her didn’t make my fear, anxiety and loss of myself go away. I realize now that I look for things to be my fault and then apologize for them. And if you keep on apologizing for things that probably aren’t a problem, people/friends think it’s very strange. . And as much as you are afraid and anxious about loss/losing friends, you do lose friends. You do experience loss. People don’t want to hang out with a freak.
But for 10 years it was my fault. She hit me, it was my fault. So, fear, anxiety and loss still live inside me. The overthinking, always thinking it’s my fault, and to mitigate it by apologizing. Does understanding this so starkly, does writing it down so plainly make it go away? I definitely need to heal from this. I see books about trauma, guilt, self sabotage in my future.
Yes, I cry for the baby I was. And my lost innocence. But I will be healed!
This video, dramatically illustrates the world is ROUND!! Amazing to see in this obvious way!!!
By William Ernest Henley.
Another phenomenal poem!!!
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
By Rudyard Kipling. An absolutely incredible poem!!!
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Palestine WILL Be Free 