𝔻𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕤🍉🇸🇩 🫒

Geïnteresseerd in een andere Europa. Ενδιαφερόμενος για μια άλλη Ευρώπη. Αλλεργικός στους φασιστες

[𝔻𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕤🍉🇸🇩 🫒 @DimitrisNL]

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[Υστατη Στιγμή με Νέα Χουντοκρατία 🏳️‍🌈 @Ystath_stigmh]

Για μια πατρίδα για μια θρησκεία για μια σημαία ξεχάσατε να ειστε ανθρωποι

[𝔻𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕤🍉🇸🇩 🫒 @DimitrisNL]

Και άλλη μια ανταμοιβή πρωινή #borneo

[𝔻𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕤🍉🇸🇩 🫒 @DimitrisNL]

Οταν ο ��υθός σε ανταμείβει
#sipadan

[ThePressProject @ThePressProject]

Ο Λαός μου δεν είναι καρπούζια, και η Γη μας δεν είναι Κεφίγια @ThePressProject https://t.co/M62Xx9pBcd

[nikolas kosmatopoulos 🇵🇸 @NikolaCosmi]

Ν. Κοσματόπουλος: Δεκάδες νεκροί Λιβανέζοι ενώ κρατά η εκεχειρία https://t.co/HfFWCbC8Vu via @YouTube

[Thomas Bollen @mrtbollen]

Waarom zeggen alle politici dat ze de wooncrisis willen oplossen, maar durft niemand de keuzes te maken die nodig zijn om dat ook echt te doen?

Reis mee door onze kaart op en ontdek waardoor De machinerie van de volkshuisvesting vastloopt. Hele video op: https://t.co/jgv4Z5YtsV

[𝔻𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕤🍉🇸🇩 🫒 @DimitrisNL]

@radboudspruit Geweldig reis met een prachtig doel. Als ik naar de filmpjes kijk kan ik de geuren ruiken. Είσαι θαυμάσιος άνθρωπος κύριε Radboud.

[Chris Avramidis @chris_avramidis]

🎬 MANKIND’S FOLLY – Η Ύβρις της Ανθρωπότητας του Γιώργου Αυγερόπουλου
🏆 Ειδικός Έπαινος – Prix Europa 2025 (Βερολίνο)
📽️ Από15 Ιανουαρίου στους Κινηματογράφους 👇
• Αθήνα ( Τριανόν, Danaos Cinema, Ταινιοθήκη της Ελλάδος / Greek Film Archive),
• Πειραιάς (Σινεακ Δημοτικός Κινηματογράφος)
• Θεσσαλονική (Thessaloniki International Film Festival, αίθουσα Στάυρος Τορνές)
📌 Περισσότερα για την ταινία ► https://t.co/5NkbIidisz

[Aris Chatzistefanou @xstefanou]

Σκέψεις για την πανελλήνια πρεμιέρα του ντοκιμαντέρ «CoExistence My Ass» | του Έκτορα-Ξαβιέ Δελαστίκ
https://t.co/zIY0fAni1d

[𝔻𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕤🍉🇸🇩 🫒 @DimitrisNL]

@FrontaalNaakt Super goed stuk Peter. Ακροκεντρωοι. Αυτή η μάστιγα. Sorry voor de Grieks. Ben wel benieuwd na de formatie wat de officiële standpunt van NL regering zou zijn in het materie Israël.

[Peter Breedveld @FrontaalNaakt]

Ik zou blij zijn met het verlies van Wilders en BBB als hun verloren zetels niet gewoon naar de onversneden nazi’s van het FvD en de achterbakse nazi’s van Ja21 waren gegaan.
https://t.co/ErMnZ2dD8Z

[Meijer Nour Chai🌹 @PMLtenZijthoff]

Dit noemt Finkelstein dus de Holocaustindustrie❗
Het Joods oorlogsleed op een dag als vandaag uitbuiten om stemmen op extreem-rechts voor de steun aan Israël binnen te harken. Wat is dit weer doorzichtig, om te huilen en zeer kwaadaardig.😡

[The Rights Forum @TheRightsForum]

Israël heeft met hevige bombardementen in één nacht zeker negentig Palestijnen in de Gazastrook gedood - een volgende schending van het staakt-het-vuren. De genocide is niet voorbij, maar blijft als een dreigende wolk over de Palestijnen hangen. https://t.co/dJnJI2gdke

[KNEECAP @KNEECAPCEOL]

Israel is bombing tents again with F35 jets.

They commit genocide with impunity.

There was no ceasefire, they broke it every single day.

They must be held to account.

Speak up. Take action.

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

[Jimmy🔻 @feestbrood]

Israël stopt niet. Israël zal nooit stoppen. De enige oplossing is de volledige ontmanteling van de kwaadaardige genocidale apartheidskolonie Israël.

[𝔻𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕤🍉🇸🇩 🫒 @DimitrisNL]

@debroervanroos heb je geteld hoeveel keer is “stem met je hart” of “strategisch stemmen” gezegd net bij de debat van de “kleine partijen”? Ik ben de tel kwijt.

[Dr. Ezzideen @ezzingaza]

I came back today. I thought I had known despair before, but what I saw today is beyond despair.
It is not grief, nor horror, nor pain. It is something colder, a stillness where even God seems to have withdrawn His hand.

The sky was impossibly blue. The kind of blue that mocks you, that makes you wonder whether beauty itself is a crime.
I walked through streets that no longer exist, streets that were my childhood.
They are now a wilderness of stone, wire, and dust.

A man stood on a heap, a neighbor, I think.
He pointed and said, “It’s here.”
I asked him how far.
He looked down.
And I understood: my house was beneath his feet.

I lifted my phone, as if the machine could recognize what I could not. The screen glowed; there was nothing to see. The earth had swallowed the distances. Even the smell of home was gone. It was as if the thread connecting me to life itself had been cut.

I dug with my hands. The dust burned. My palms bled.
My mother had told me: “Search for anything we can save.” And so I obeyed her like a son obeys the last voice that still believes there is meaning in obedience.

From a house that once cost my father one hundred and twenty thousand dollars, a lifetime of labor, of hope, of decency, I found two things:
a knife, and a pillow.

Two relics of civilization. One for necessity, one for illusion.
That is what remains of man.

I sat in the ruins, the blue of my shirt turned gray with ash, and I thought:
this is the end not of a city, but of meaning itself.

I thought of my parents, their hands, their faith in honest work.
How will they bear this? How will any man bear seeing his father’s roof turned into dust by a stranger’s hands, hands that will never know the names of those they destroyed?

But what tears me apart more than ruin is silence. No one speaks to us.
No one tells us where to go, who will rebuild, or who is responsible.
The politicians talk of victories, the generals of strategy, the world of peace and progress.
But none of them live here among the ashes. None of them stand where I stand, sifting through their own dead.

And those who claim to represent us, where are they? Where is the money they collected in our name, the promises they made before the cameras, the slogans they wrote while we buried our children?
Who among them will come to this ruin and say: Forgive us, we failed you?
Not one.

They sit in offices with clean shirts, counting our corpses as figures on paper. They say “reconstruction,” “aid,” “negotiations,” as though the vocabulary of power could fill the emptiness of a mother’s bed.

I tell you the truth: there is no crime greater than indifference.
The murderer at least acknowledges the victim.
But those who look away, they kill the soul itself.

I brushed the dust from my shirt, though I knew it was useless.
I wanted to see if there was still color left in the world.
There wasn’t.
The blue had become the color of mourning.

I looked at my hands. They were shaking, not from fear, but from the unbearable realization that we have become expendable to the world.
Our suffering is entertainment, our death a policy, our endurance a statistic.

I wept then, openly, shamelessly.
I, who once believed in the dignity of suffering, now see that dignity itself has been annihilated.
There is nothing noble in being forgotten.

If you are reading this, do not admire the style or the language.
Lower your head, and weep.
Because this dust, this silence, this cry, is what remains of us.

[nikolas kosmatopoulos 🇵🇸 @NikolaCosmi]

#NobelPeacePrize has become a weapon for regime change. Time to abolish this ridiculous institution! How come the descendants of Vikings get to give out global peace prizes anyway?

[Mehdi Hasan @mehdirhasan]

Why does Israel have “families” but Gaza just have “people”?

[Zachary Foster @_ZachFoster]

This @BarackObama tweet will be taught in genocide studies courses as a case study of what dehumanization looks like.

[nikolas kosmatopoulos 🇵🇸 @NikolaCosmi]

Beware of so-called "liberal" or "progressive" commentators, academics, politicians who call October 7 a massacre, a war crime, a terrorist act, a symptom of hate - no matter how much and how passionately they condemn Israel after that. 1/4