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Monday, June 23, 2025
Sunday, June 22, 2025
"Making Iran Great Again." President Donald Trump
DEMOCRACY has become the same as religion to me; an instrument to control the masses and get them to support atrocities worldwide.
In the early 2000's I lived in downtown Los Angeles in one of the most expensive areas and nicest apartment money can buy.
While the President of the United States DECEIVES the entire world,
this is SKID ROW, 4 blocks from my old apartment.
The KILLING of a 5-year old by The Terrorist State of Israel
A Word Game
Read this book, substitute the words Nazis, Nazi Germany to Zionists and Israel. Any honest soul will understand the danger the Terrorist State of Israel poses to this world.
Saturday, June 21, 2025
The Babies Didn't Die Alone: They Had Each Other.
I am a writer. I will place you there.
You wander inside an abandoned hospital. Just imagine yourself a ghost, an ethereal being. You have no body mass, just soul and consciousness.
You hear loud screams. Crying. And the babies hear each other. Too little to understand that the others cry, too. Too little to even have an expectancy to be picked up. Comforted. Fed.
They cry in pain. There's no sadness. Too little to experience so many emotions. Their bodies hurt for nutrients, for water, for their mother's milk, drying in their breast under one of the thousands of collapsed buildings.
So the little creatures cry and cry. They hear each other. That's the last thing they hear in this world: each other. And the loud sounds of the bombs from the Fourth Reich of The Terrorist State of Israel.
And no one comes for them. They cry and cry and cry, and little by little, it begins to subside; all that crying, one by one until only one baby cries. No one is coming. The IDF has condemned them to death. Their crime is being of Palestinian descent.
I don't believe there's a God of any kind in the universe, except all the ones my fellow human beings invented. Each one more murderous than the other. But they need them. I'm left with empathy.
With God in your heart, you imagine angels coming to take them home. An atheist like myself imagines the hungry dogs arriving there before they were dead.
And a single thought soothes my soul: Marco Aurélio, they are too little to understand the screams of the ones being eaten alive.
My heart hurts for the Palestinians. And I have no faith in anything. That, for an atheist, is death itself.
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