Δείγμα τυπικό κτηνωδίας των Ισραηλινών:Εποικοι πυρπόλησαν απόψε παλαιστινιακό νηπιαγωγείο έξω από τη Ναμπλούς στη Δυτκή Οχθη. Μετά θα κάνουν τουρισμό στην Ελλάδα...
A Letter from Hell
(Part 1)
I write this not as a doctor, nor a son, nor a man.
I write this as one who has descended into the bowels of hell and returned, not with prophecy, but with silence in his throat and blood under his nails.
What you are about to read is not a message. It is a confession. A cry. A record of our descent.
And God help me, perhaps a final prayer.
We are trapped in a spiral, a great, grinding wheel of misery that turns not by accident, but by the hands of men.
It is not fate that starves us. It is not Heaven that bombs us.
It is the logic of the powerful, the rituals of violence, the cold arithmetic of geopolitics that has made our streets into slaughterhouses.
Each morning, I wake with the same thought: Has the battery died?
Not mine. I have long been emptied. But the one in my phone.
I need it alive long enough to charge again at the hospital, to remain tethered to something, anything, that suggests we still belong to the living.
There is no water.
There is no breakfast.
There is no “routine.”
There is only a salt-stained bucket of seawater where a sink once stood.
I wash my face, not to cleanse, but to remember that I am still flesh and not yet dust.
I do not eat.
We eat once a day, if we can.
We save what scraps remain for one midday communion: rice, lentils, silence.
I arrive at the hospital, and the doctor greets me with an inventory of absence:
No more orthopedic implants.
No promethazine.
No certainty.
No hope.
The floors are red.
Not metaphorically. Not poetically.
They are red.
And this is what I ask myself: Is our blood even red?
Are we made of the same clay, the same sorrow, the same divine breath that once stirred the lungs of Adam?
If so, then why do we die like vermin?
Why does the world avert its eyes while we rot in full view?
Why does one hostage’s hunger move the soul of nations, while the skeletal bodies of two million children evoke nothing but polite disbelief?
I have lost fifteen kilograms. My bones have names now. My cheeks are hollowed caverns.
The children, God, the children are unrecognizable. They are no longer children. They are shadows with eyes.
And still I said: release the hostages. Every last one. Without conditions.
Because no life should be bartered like coin.
But now I ask you. No, I demand of you. Who will fight for us?
Who will demand our release from this monstrous tribunal of fire and famine?
We did not vote for war.
We did not ignite this blaze.
We are fuel. Nothing more.
We are the tinder that keeps the headlines burning.
I tried to escape. I begged. I bribed. I wept like a child.
But I failed. And now all that remains is this: stay alive, one more day, in a place designed to extinguish life itself.
#GazaGenocide
To every guy who came into comments on my Gisele Pelicot article to yell “not all men” & demand I give more props to good guys…It’s time to be quiet
Investigation uncovered more than 70,000 users in Telegram group chats admitting to raping women & sharing tips to sedate them 🧵
In a heroic move, Gisele Pelicot fought to make public the videos of her unconscious rapes at the hands of over 50 men and won. She wanted the public “to look rape straight in the eyes.” Shame, she said, must change sides —from the victims to the perpetrators.
Police found more than 20,000 videos and photographs of Gisele drugged and being raped by various men on her husband’s devices in a folder titled “Abuse.”
On Friday, the judge complied with Gisele’s demand and showed the evidence “necessary for the manifestation of the truth.”
12 rape videos and 10 photos were shown over the courtroom’s three flat screens and projected into the overflow room for members of the public while the perpetrators in the videos sat in shame watching their own despicable criminal acts being exposed.
Η 72χρονη Gisèle Pelicot, την οποία ο επί 50ετιας σύζυγος της ναρκωνε και προσκάλεσε τλχ 70 άνδρες να την βιάσουν τλχ 90 φορές την τελευταία 10ετία, ζήτησε η δίκη να είναι δημόσια και όχι κεκλεισμένων των θυρών ώστε όλοι να ακούσουν τις δικαιολογίες των καθαρμάτων.
The death sentence is sent through the sky on paper. Leave or you will die. We all know that whether they left or not, the occupation will chase and kill them. The death sentence has already been taken decades ago and the only crime is being a Palestinian.
Al Shifa Hospital constituted 30% of the capacity of the health system in the Gaza Strip. The Israelis have blown up or torched all its buildings to ensure that it is irreprable and needs to be rebuilt from scratch. The aim was and remains making Gaza uninhabitable. Genocide
Καταλάβατε τώρα γιατί η αυστηροποίηση των ποινών δεν είχε στόχο την μείωση της εγκληματικότητας; Εργαλειοποίησαν το κοινό περί δικαίου αίσθημα για να επιβάλλουν εξοντωτικές ποινές σε όσους χρωστάνε και σε αντιφρονούντες ενώ οι Μιχοι θα την βγάζουν καθαρή
#12χρονη
Αγαπημένοι μου εμετικοί ελληνικοί Έλληνες. Θέλω να σας ρωτήσω τι σας κάνει να πιστεύετε ότι η δική σας ζωή αξίζει παραπάνω από τη ζωή μιας γάτας, ενός σκύλου, ενός μετανάστη, ενός άστεγου, ενός χρήστη ναρκωτικών, κλπ κλπ. Από πού αντλείτε αυτή την πεποίθηση; Ε;
When Vincent van Gogh started painting he didn't use bright colours — so what changed?
It's a story about the importance of what we consume and the people we spend time with...
Η φωτογραφία είναι τραβηγμένη από τον φωτογράφο Γιάννη Δήμου το 1976 σε ένα πανηγύρι στο Βρυσοχώρι Ηπείρου.
Τον ρώτησαν «ποια είναι η πιο εντυπωσιακή σκηνή που θυμάστε από τα πανηγύρια; Ποια σας έρχεται πρώτη στο μυαλό;»
Εκεινος απαντησε:
[…] αυτή η στιγμή. Εδώ είναι ο τρελός του χωριού που είναι μόνος του, εξοστρακισμένος και παρακολουθεί τι κάνουν οι άλλοι. Ήταν συνταρακτικό, γιατί τη στιγμή που τον φωτογράφισα όλο το χωριό γλεντούσε κι αυτός παρακολουθούσε από απόσταση, ολομόναχος. Έχω τραβήξει τέσσερις φωτογραφίες νομίζω, περιμένοντας αυτή την στιγμή. Ήμασταν μόνο αυτός κι εγώ και θυμάμαι ότι έκλαιγα...
πηγή: ifocus
Αυτή την ανάγκη που έχετε να συγκρίνετε γυναίκες του τώρα με τα παλιότερα χρόνια, γυναίκες διαφορετικών κουλτούρων, γυναίκες μάνες vs άτεκνες, γυναίκες που εργάζονται με γυναίκες που δεν,κλπ, από πού πηγάζει ακριβώς;
Α ναι, θίγεται η πατριαρχία σας κ τα κουτάκια σας.
ΦΑΤΕ ΣΚΑΤΑ.
Επιδαυρος, Πέρσες. Στην ίδια παράσταση πριν μερικά χρόνια σκυφτός φιλούσε Παρθενώνες μπροστά στον Μητσοτάκη και στην τάξη του. Τώρα δεν χωράει πουθενά. Τώρα ο λαός ζητάει το δίκιο του, τη Νέμεση. #Λιγναδης_gate