Marco Aurélio

Tuesday, December 5, 2023

I Cast My Vote for the Palestinians

Let the Israelis crawl back under the demonic rock they came from.

I take the children of Palestine

You have to love the resilience of these people.

Children PLAYING SLIDE

Where are the pro life advocates.."

..." when pregnant Palestinian women and infants are being killed?"

Hypocrisy

These Hypocrites Are Shameless

It's overwhelming the ability Zionist and Unjews alike have to vest themselves with the cloak of Holocaust victims to project superiority, morality and above all victimization. All the while commiting the same crime against other people. The barbaric treatment of Palestinians while he created a foundation to prevent genocide in the world. Masters of propaganda. Hitlers little children indeed.

This GUY directed a beautiful movie about the atrocities of the Holocaust while having the full knowledge of a concentration camp in Gaza.

I am beginning to understand why people hate Jews in some places; it's not because they are Jews it's because they are goddam evil.

No words to describe how SHAMEFUL they are.

The hypocrisy is overwhelming.

Here Mr. Spielberg. UNARMED women, young and older, children and men running for their lives while your CHOSEN PEOPLE are shooting at them. SHOOTING IN THE BACK like the cowards they are. The desperation on their faces. An old lady running by.

Yes. I don't give a damn about any religion or yours. I hate you to the inner core of my being because YOU ARE SCUMS in this planet.

God has chosen you indeed. To unite us. Right after creating all the animals he took the leftover scraps and created ZIONIST Jews.

Satan was not expelled from heaven as the Bible suggests. More propaganda from your kind.

He jump from the heavens when he witnessed your creation.

Two Sides of the Same Coin

They are teenagers. No one should be this afraid. I would loved to have seen a video where they drive by unscathed. Civilians, children, teenagers. They are not our enemy.

LOVE PEACE PROSPERITY for everyone

The Quran and the Bees. 🐝

I grew up in Brazil, in a very small village named Afonso Arinos. My grandmother had a large land with four different kinds of mango trees, jabuticabeiras, goiabeiras, figo, avocado trees and many other fruits.

Mangueiras e jabuticabeiras were my favorite. ( Use Google translator. Don't be lazy.)

I was not alone in my love for jabuticabas; bees loved that fruit. Every season, they would fly to my grandmother's house and build their nest at the tree's pentbranch. Then, while I was in school staring at Karla Maria, ( DOCTOR Karla Maria Piffer. Seriously girl 😒) these little working bees would devour as many jabuticabas as they could.

They started up on top and made their way down like crack-heads Zionist Unjews, unstoppable. I started from the bottom towards the top due to my inability to fly. And at some point, we met in the middle and being a 9 year old child, I resented them for arriving in my house, uninvited, and making a ruckus while acting like our land belonged to them. The mid point of the tree was Gaza.

Finally, I had enough. Mid afternoon, my grandmother would finally sit down and begin her beautiful embroidery work, and get so distracted in her art that I could set the house on fire and she wouldn't notice; which I almost did, many times.

I was always creative; and those pesty bees demanded all I had to give, so, I went into the pantry and grabbed a bottle of alcohol, matches and got to work. I harvested a long bamboo from our canoe, that we use as a roar and covered one of the edges with a T-shirt. I tied it down. Drenched with alcohol. And lit a match. It was a thing of beauty.

Now, all I had to do was to lift that bamboo until I reached the hive and those Zionist Unjews would learn to respect property lines.

I made it to the hive and had my first physics lesson at 9 years old: Quantum Mechanics. Instantaneously, those bees followed the bamboo until we were face to face, and I just ran like the little kid I was.

Inside the house. Into the kitchen. Where my beautiful grandmother worked peacefully. My diabetic grandmother.

Pandemonium is a proper word to describe that delightful afternoon.

I got a beating. Time out. Screamed at. Abused verbally by my gay uncle no one could say was gay but everyone knew that he was. Just like Israel violence towards Palestinians.

My face was swollen. I couldn't eat jabuticabas for a week. The Zionist bees? They played the victims. After all they just wanted to survive. I tried to make the case they didn't belong in our yard but no one listened. 😢

I buried my grandmother. Moved to New York City. Karla Maria married someone else. And 30 years later when I went to visit my grandmother's house, my relatives had cut all the trees. Every single one of them. Including the roses 🌹 I watered every sunset ☀️ for my grandma. There was nothing left. The beautiful fertile ground that would glitter in the afternoon rain and the petrichor emanating from it, was replaced by cement. They paved over all of which my grandmother held dearest in her heart.

My visit was short and illuminating. I was an orphan and none of that was ever mine. The only family I ever had was gone. And the Brazilian singer-songwriter Fagner was right when he wrote: " Quem vai da terra natal / Em outros cantos nao para..." "The ones who leave their homeland/ Grow roots nowhere else."

Within weeks, my thespian partner and I, will call Paris, France, our home. She loves gastronomy as if she belonged in my dearest friend Ms. Ellen Elvin's Les Dames d'Escoffier. I will fight my addiction to sugar. bread and coffee as the Zionist Unjews fight the Palestinians. We both believe we can succeed.

And that's why the Palestinians need to stay. Because unlike myself, my relatives and the Zionist Unjews, they, like my grandmother, took pride in caring for the land. Today. I know what my grandmother knew all along: the Zionist psychopath was I and my relatives that tore everything down.

The bees and my grandparents were the Palestinians. Living in communion with the land and each other. Sharing the fruit of the land. For many, many generations before we came. With our misguided bad ideas.

Perhaps, when Israelis grow up, they will come to understand as much.

The Qoran and the Bees.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ OMG ❤️❤️❤️

❤️❤️❤️ compassion ❤️❤️❤️

The most beautiful images you'll see from this nightmare.

❤️ Flowers of Palestine ❤️

❤️ Ah, Girls will be GIRLY ❤️and dance

And make NO SENSE AT ALL 😂

If their limbs are intact they learn to balance themselves in TWO FEET.

If alive, they SING

If their heads aren't blown up they speak in TONGUES

Here's another RUGRAT

They drag balloons 🎈 like LIVING ghosts.

They grow up to become Journalists. Role models. ( this one is dead as disco, though. The "good people of Israel" passed her away.)

They CRY. BLEED. They LOVE Mickey!!!

They LAUGH. SING. DANCE arms stretched to the heavens. To collect the falling 💣The moment time stops. The dance stops. The moment a little girl sees death approaching.