@billymacdermott@AdrianKeithBrya As I’ve said many times on here, just because my distant ancestors may be Vikings (and not nearly as long ago as the piss take claims by Israel) it don’t give me the right to claim my own pierce of Norway and avail myself of its sovereign wealth fund.
Gaza was livestreamed.
That sentence should have ended the world as we know it.
A genocide, documented in real time, filmed by its victims, uploaded from phones in rubble, available to anyone on Earth with an internet connection, watched by hundreds of millions of people while it was happening.
And the governments of the world's self-described democracies continued to supply the weapons.
And the platforms continued to suppress the content.
And the people continued to scroll.
And the weapons continued to arrive.
We live in the first era of human history where it is possible to watch, in real time, the killing of a people, to see their faces, to hear their voices, to watch the moment the building falls, and for all that visibility to produce almost nothing.
Almost nothing.
No Nuremberg.
No intervention.
Hashtags. Protests that were permitted and then ignored. A ceasefire resolution vetoed. More weapons authorized.
If visibility alone could stop power, Gaza would have stopped it.
It didn't.
Which means we need to stop telling ourselves that awareness is the same as action.
That sharing is the same as solidarity.
That witnessing, even anguished witnessing, even enraged witnessing, is, by itself, a political act.
It is not.
The empire has made peace with being watched.
It has made peace with your outrage.
It factored your outrage into the plan.
And then it dropped the bomb anyway.
The final photos of James Gandolfini, who passed away 13 years ago today after suffering a fatal heart attack in Rome.
His last meal included four rum shots, two piña coladas, two beers, two orders of fried king prawns, and a large serving of foie gras.
A final piece of advice from Holly Butcher - written the day before she passed away from cancer at just 27:
“It’s a strange thing knowing you’re going to die young.
At 26, I thought I had time…
To fall in love.
Start a family.
Grow old.
But cancer doesn’t care about plans.
Now, I understand how fragile life really is. Every single day is a gift, not a guarantee.
I’m not writing this to scare you. I’m writing to remind you: really live.
Stop stressing over little things. Be kind to your body- move it, nourish it, stop criticizing it. One day you’ll wish you had appreciated it.
Go outside.
Look at the sky.
Feel the sun.
Just be.
Spend less time chasing “stuff” - more time making memories. Don’t skip moments with people you love.
Laugh more.
Write a note.
Tell someone you love them.
Complain less.
Give more.
Helping others brings more joy than anything you can buy.
Be present.
Put your phone down.
Show up - really show up.
You don’t need to have it all figured out. You don’t need a perfect body, or a perfect life.
Just follow what makes your heart light up. Say no to what drains you. Make changes when you need to.
And please - donate blood. I wouldn’t have had that extra year without it. And that year gave me memories I’ll hold close… forever.
Thank you for reading this.
Live your life well.
And maybe… we’ll meet again someday.”
Holly 🩷
Repost & share Holly’s important advice. ❤️
@craigfairbrass My favourite film of yours Craig , it revealed to me there are many layers to you as an actor. Pardon the pun you are not just muscle this film proved it.