Argentina descubre lo infundado que es el progresismo que nos viene hateando a los judíos desde octubre 2023. Solo una cosa tengo para decir: no es cuestión de debatir con argumentos, datos, y explicaciones lógicas, no va por ahí
Gracias al Mundial, los argentinos estamos aprendiendo cómo funciona la moda imbécil de odiar a un país y creerse cualquier pelotudez que digan en las redes sobre su gente. Y, de paso, estamos descubriendo lo soretes que son Francesca Albanese, Javier Bardem y cía. Qué feo, ¿no?
Ante la confirmación de la muerte de Ali Jamenei, Líder Supremo de la República Islámica de Irán, corresponde recordar que la Justicia argentina determinó que el atentado contra la AMIA del 18 de julio de 1994, con 85 muertos y centenares de heridos, fue un acto de terrorismo internacional planificado desde las más altas esferas del régimen iraní de la época y ejecutado por Hezbolá.
La decisión estratégica fue adoptada por la conducción política iraní vigente en 1993–1994, entre cuyas máximas autoridades se encontraba Jamenei, imputado en la causa.
La búsqueda de verdad y justicia por las 85 víctimas es una política de Estado y seguirá siendo una prioridad permanente.
Que estas noticias aporten alivio a las familias y contribuyan al reconocimiento de las responsabilidades y a la lucha contra el terrorismo y la impunidad.
If you claim to support human rights yet can’t bring yourself to show solidarity with those fighting for their liberty in Iran, you’ve revealed yourself. You don’t give a damn about people being oppressed and brutalised so long as it’s being done by the enemies of your enemies.
Never forget that hostages are being released and the war is ending—and the only reason this didn’t happen sooner is because much of the world, including “humanitarian” organizations and the UN, sided with Hamas.
Never, ever forget.
Imagine how much less suffering there would be in Gaza today had the world spent the last two fucking years putting pressure on the terrorists instead of the people they attacked.
Today, we Iranians are faced with something truly unbelievable:
Western, liberal, “woke” feminists, clueless about the brutal reality in our country, consistently stand with our oppressors under the delusion of saviorism. They have no understanding of the decades of humiliation, violence, and systemic oppression we’ve endured under the Islamic Republic.
Driven by their own need to feel morally superior, they claim to fight for justice while turning a blind eye to the suffering of millions. And let’s be honest, they are some of the most racist voices out there. They look at Iranians and other “brown people” as too backward, too uncivilized, too dumb to deserve real freedom or democracy. In their eyes, we’re wild animals, only manageable under tyranny.
But here’s the truth: we are the ones fighting for real freedom, the same freedom they weaponize to silence us. And we want absolutely nothing to do with their hypocrisy.
Se horrorizan más por un festival de música en donde Israel salió segundo, que por un festival de música en donde Hamás irrumpió, violó, masacró y secuestró a los israelíes.
Háganse ver.
Incredibly powerful testimony from released hostage Eli Sharabi who asks where the world was….
My name is Eli Sharabi.
I am 53 years old. I have come back from Hell. I have returned to tell my story.
I used to live in Kibbutz Be’eri with my British-born wife, Lianne,
and my daughters, Noiya and Yahel.
It was a beautiful community.
We were all passionate about creating the best life for our children and for our neighbors.
At 16, I left Tel Aviv for Be’eri, seeking a peaceful home away from the concrete city.
I found a loving community and knew I would raise my family there.
Many asked why we lived near Gaza – but to me, Be’eri was heaven.
Lianne came from Bristol, UK, as a volunteer.
She was meant to stay a few months but she met me, and we fell in love.
We were married for 23 years, and had two wonderful daughters and a dog, Mokka.
On October 7, my Heaven turned to Hell.
Sirens began, Hamas terrorists invaded, and I was ripped away from my family, never to see them again.
For 491 days, I was kept mostly underground in Hamas terror tunnels, chained, starved, beaten and humiliated. I was held captive in the darkness – isolated from the world – by Hamas terrorists.
They took pleasure in our suffering. I survived on scraps of food, with no medical attention and no mercy.
When I was released, I weighed just 44 kilos. I had lost over 30 kilos, nearly half my body weight. For 491 days, I held onto hope. I imagined the life we would rebuild.
I dreamed of seeing my family again. Only when I returned home, I learned the truth.
My wife and my daughters had been slaughtered by Hamas terrorists on October 7.
I am here today, less than six weeks after my release, to speak for those still trapped in that nightmare.
For my brother, Yossi, murdered in Hamas captivity, his body still held hostage.
For Alon Ohel, still 50 meters underground. I swore to him that I would tell his story.
For Hersh, Ori, Eden, Carmel, Almog, and Alexander, murdered in cold blood by their captors.
For every hostage still in Hamas’ hands.
I am here to tell you the whole truth.
On the morning of October 7, at 6:29 AM, the red alerts began to come through on Lianne’s phone.
I told her not to worry. “It will be over soon,” I said.
Minutes later, we heard that terrorists were infiltrating our community. They were inside the kibbutz.
Again, I reassured her. “The army will come, they always come”.
We heard gunfire, screaming, explosions.
And then, we heard the terrorists at our door.
We had no weapons, no way to fight back.
Lianne and I made a decision – we would not resist.
We hoped we could save our daughters. The door opened. Our dog barked.
The terrorists opened fire.
Lianne and I threw ourselves over our daughters, screaming for the terrorists to stop.
Suddenly, ten terrorists were inside my home.
They took our phones.
Two of them grabbed me.
They took my wife and daughters to the kitchen. I couldn’t see them any more.
I didn’t know what was happening to them.
I was screaming their names, and they were screaming mine.
I told Lianne not to be afraid.
But this was fear beyond anything I have ever felt.
Then I knew I was being taken. As they dragged me out, I called out to my girls:
“I will be back.”
I had to believe that. But that was the last time I ever saw them.
I did not know I should have said goodbye, forever.
Outside was like a warzone.
My peaceful home – my slice of Heaven – was gone.
I saw over a hundred terrorists filming themselves celebrating, laughing, partying in our gardens as they massacred my friends and neighbors.
They dragged me to the border, beating me the whole way. My face was swollen, my ribs bruised.
When we arrived in Gaza, a mob of civilians tried to lynch me.
They pulled me from the car, but the terrorists rushed me away into a Mosque.
I was their trophy.
Como hija de musulmán me ha resultado fácil:
- estar en contra del velo islamista.
- estar en contra del buenismo perverso de la UE sobre el islam.
- plantar cara a toda la caterva de feministas que defienden todo eso.
No hay NADA como conocer aquello contra la que luchas.
If you’re a human rights activist who said nothing about the Bibas murders, you’re not a human rights activist, you’re just an antisemite.
If you’re a women’s rights activist who said nothing about Hamas’ sex crimes, you’re not a women rights activist, you’re just an antisemite.
No hay que ser padre para sentir el dolor de yarden bibas.
Solo hay que ser humano para entender que un hombre en sus treintas lo ha perdido todo.
Su hermana, su cuñada, sus padres, todos tienen familias a las cuales volver en quien enfocarse. El lo perdió todo, su mujer y sus hijos, su casa y hasta su perro.
Lo perdió todo a manos de los asesinos que viven en Gaza y se disfrazan de víctimas oprimidas para el mundo.
Lo perdió absolutamente todo, y el mundo lo ignoró a el, y a sus hijos y su mujer mientras marchaban haciéndole culto a sus asesinos.
Nosotros nunca nos vamos a olvidar Yarden, nunca sabrás nuestros nombres pero nosotros nunca nos olvidaremos los de ustedes.
Am Israel Chai 🧡
I blame Hamas.
I blame the “Free Palestine” crowd in the West.
I blame the UN, who stayed silent for 16 months before finally issuing a weak, meaningless statement.
I blame the Red Cross, who waited 16 months before quietly acknowledging something was wrong.
I blame everyone who ripped down Kfir and Ariel’s posters.
I blame all of you: the monsters and their enablers.
Your silence, your indifference, and your applause allowed Hamas to continue for 503 days too long, leading to a grotesque and shameful ceremony where 4 murdered hostages were handed over to the world.
It will forever boggle my mind that there exists an organisation that can kidnap 1 and 3 year old babies, kill them, parade their coffins on stage to cheering crowds of civilians, and still be considered the victims by morons in the west.
Los judíos del mundo estamos rotos.
A todos los que levantan la voz y nos acompañan, ¡gracias! Me quedo con eso y no con el silencio ensordecedor y cómplice de tantos.
No habrá olvido, no habrá perdón.