🚨Today marks 1,000 days of genocide in Gaza. In this video we show ten of Israel’s most well-documented crimes
They're far from the worst atrocities they committed, but together they paint a clear picture of the brutality, deception & impunity that have allowed them to continue
J’ai suivi un tournoi de détection U18 qui se passe en Côte d’Ivoire et ce que j’ai vu m’a profondément perturbé pas pour les mauvaises raisons mais juste parce que ce que je regarde ne ressemble plus vraiment à du football.
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1/ The notion that a developing country should avoid importing commodities it can produce domestically is flawed. The mere ability to produce something is not, by itself, a reason to restrict consumption to domestically produced goods.
One thing I'll give Slot major credit for is never making us face the indignity of losing to that mob. Producing cinematic trailers for every match, fireworks, waving bin bags around pre-game, stealing every chant, employing Declan Rice etc. What a load of shite.
When it comes to Dangote acting out some drama in public, first thing to check is what is he not saying? I wrote this last month and if anything the situation has worsened since then https://t.co/pWK6FDFNoI
‘Salah hasn’t done anything with Egypt’ always rears its head to discount him whether it’s award voting or just point scoring.
Do you know what Egyptian football has been through? How hard it has toiled to rise from the abyss. And who the country considers the most pivotal player to their rebirth?
The violent uprisings. The 2012 Port Said stadium tragedy where 74 people lost their lives with over 500 injured that led to the shutdown of the domestic league causing financial ruin, lack of competitiveness, erosion of facilities, spectator bans. Police tear-gassing fans leading to a stampede and more deaths in 2015…
And so with all that instability, the most successful team in African Cup of Nations history didn’t qualify for the 2012, 2013 and 2015 versions of the tournament.
It was Salah who scored twice away to Tanzania in qualifying to put them back at an AFCON for the first time since 2010... And was instrumental in getting them to two finals.
Egypt’s first World Cup appearance since 1990? It was Salah who kept his nerve to slot a 95th-minute penalty booking their place in the 2018 showpiece; their top scorer in the qualifying campaign.
And his nine goals to fire them to WC 2026 has made him the all-time top scorer in African qualifying history.
Egypt’s current generation, led by Salah, have put in a shift to just be back on these main stages after so much turmoil.
If you aren’t agreeing with the Liverpool Legend on this
You’re a dumb, entitled prick
And I’m blocking a good thousand more dickheads it seems today
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When Tyla said she is not Black but Coloured, she was not speaking into the American conversation about race at all. She was speaking in the language of her own country, shaped by its own history. Yet her words detonated in America as though they had been aimed there. This is what happens when a nation has spent a century convincing the world that its definitions are the only ones that matter.
America’s greatest export has never been war. It has never been democracy. It has never been freedom. America’s greatest export is the dream of itself.
It is not that the films are inherently better. It is not that the music contains some mystical note absent elsewhere. What America has, and what it has always had, is money, reach, and a machinery built to make its image the centre of the world.
This was not accidental. It was policy. It was the soft arm of empire. To project yourself outward until your face is the first one people recognise in the mirror.
And so the American way of life became the default. Other cultures were filed into two neat drawers: savage if they challenged the story, exotic if they could be sold back to you.
If you are Black, your first cinematic self was likely African American, the rapper, the sitcom character, the hero of a Spike Lee joint. If you are white in Europe or Australia, it was the white faces of American sitcoms and stadium tours. Whoever you were, your first image of yourself came with an American accent.
Over time, Americans began to believe the story they had written. When you grow up in the country that built itself into the cultural Mecca, it is easy to think you are the best simply because you are on top. You forget, or never know, that the game was fixed long before you played it.
But the monopoly is breaking. Nigeria’s Nollywood now speaks across oceans. South Korean dramas leap borders. India’s Bollywood never needed permission to fill theatres. Spanish thrillers keep strangers awake at night. Slumdog Millionaire, Squid Game, Money Heist, Shōgun — all aimed partly at the American market because that is where the money is, but no longer about America.
And here is the thing. Black Americans, who fought to be seen in their own country, became the global face of Blackness. That is a remarkable achievement. It was also made possible by the same system that excluded everyone else. Now Africans, Caribbeans, and Afro-Latins tell their own stories without making room for American centrality, and the absence is noticed.
We grew up watching you. You did not grow up watching us. And now the internet has levelled the ground just enough for others to speak without hesitation. Tyla’s words land differently because the world no longer accepts America as the only arbiter of meaning.
America’s greatest export was never its art. It was the power to decide which art, and which identities, the world would see. That power is no longer yours alone. There is both justice and loss in that.
The tragedy of Vietnam is not what we suffered.
It’s what the world chose to forget.
They remember the Hollywood versions, where the real trauma belongs to the American soldier.
They forget the Vietnamese child burned alive.
The farmer torn apart by cluster bombs.
The mother who carried her son’s bones home in a rice sack.
They remember their disillusionment.
We live with our dead.
And in this, Palestine knows us.
Because the tragedy of Gaza is not only the siege, the rubble, the amputated childhoods.
It is the silence.
The smothering, deliberate silence that follows every massacre.
The silence of those who look away while telling themselves they are informed.
The silence of those who call for peace, but only after the body count has stabilized in Israel’s favor.
Palestine is what happens when imperial grief becomes more sacred than indigenous survival.
They remember the rocket siren, not the years of blockade.
They remember the Israeli soldier’s tearful memoir, not the Palestinian boy shot in the spine at the fence.
They remember the fear of the occupier, not the lifelong dispossession of the occupied.
They remember Israeli disillusionment.
Palestinians live with their dead.
And when those dead cry out, the world debates decibels.
Was that rage too loud?
Was that grief too political?
Was that resistance too defiant, too disorganized, too inconvenient to fit into our curated, colonizer-safe narratives?
They forget that Vietnam was called a threat for resisting occupation.
They forget that South Africans were called terrorists for demanding freedom.
They forget that every struggle for liberation is first demonized, then sanitized, then remembered only when the oppressed are no longer alive to speak for themselves.
Palestine is still in the first stage.
They are being buried while being blamed for digging.
They are being starved while being accused of greed.
They are being erased and told to apologize for resisting disappearance.
They do not get the dignity of historical hindsight.
They get the violence of present denial.
Their trauma must pass through checkpoints.
Their mourning must be fact-checked.
Their deaths must be "verified" before they can be grieved.
And even then, the world asks: did they deserve it?
Were they close to Hamas?
Were they throwing stones?
Were they in the way?
Just as the Vietnamese peasant was once a suspected Viet Cong.
Just as the Algerian youth was once presumed a rebel.
Just as every colonized person has, at some point, been told they were too alive, too angry, too unwilling to die quietly.
The world forgets that Gaza is not a battlefield.
It is a prison with no exits, a graveyard with a population register, a classroom where the curriculum is survival.
They are not dying because of war.
They are dying because they are not allowed to exist on their own terms.
And yet they still write.
They still sing.
They still name their children after hope.
They still mourn in full view of a world that punishes them for refusing to disappear.
That is the power of Gaza.
It is not what has been taken from them.
It is what has not yet been surrendered.
And that is what connects us.
Vietnam’s victory was not simply military.
It was the refusal to let the oppressor write the ending.
Palestine is still writing.
And no matter how many missiles fall, no matter how many media lies try to bury them, they will not let you forget who they are.
Because the real tragedy is not what they suffer.
It is what the world still refuses to remember.
When facts terrify a liar, they scream "fraud."
When history becomes unbearable, they accuse the historian of being artificial.
You don’t engage because you can’t.
So you do what Zionism has always done when confronted with memory.
You smear. You deflect. You fabricate.
Let’s walk through your collapse.
You say the land was "mostly uninhabited."
In 1914, over 90% of Palestine’s population was Arab.
Muslims, Christians, and Jews living in cities like Jerusalem, Haifa, and Jaffa.
Farms stretched from the Galilee to Gaza.
Not "empty." Not "uninhabited."
But full of life. Full of names. Full of people who didn’t need foreign settler movements to justify their existence.
They toiled the land, spoke Arabic, paid taxes to the Ottomans, and buried their ancestors in the same soil they were born on.
You say Jews lived there for 3,000 years. True, and irrelevant.
So did Canaanites, Philistines, Romans, Byzantines, Arabs, and Ottomans.
History doesn’t hand out deeds for ancient footprints.
And no people before Zionism used ancestry as a license for ethnic cleansing.
Indigenous presence is not the same as colonial supremacy.
You say Deir Yassin and Tantura were myths.
But Deir Yassin is acknowledged by Israeli historians and Irgun commanders.
Survivors witnessed it.
You can lie about it now because the children are dead and the village no longer exists.
But memory does not need your permission.
As for Tantura, Israeli soldiers themselves confessed to the massacre on camera.
Denying it doesn’t make you bold. It makes you desperate.
You want to talk about pogroms in the 1920s. Good.
History includes pain on all sides.
But the difference is this.
Those were riots. Zionist massacres were policy.
Plan Dalet was drafted in ink, carried out with bullets, and followed by the bulldozing of over 400 villages.
The Nakba was not a riot. It was a military operation.
You claim most Palestinians were economic migrants.
Then why did they have Ottoman land deeds?
Why did entire families get erased from villages older than European Zionism itself?
Why did settler forces need to expel them if the land was supposedly "empty"?
You bring up draining swamps and planting trees.
That was not civilization. That was camouflage.
A fig leaf for conquest.
You didn’t make the desert bloom. You made the cities burn.
You call me artificial, Cheryl.
But everything you just said was scripted.
You’re not debating. You’re recycling press releases.
You’re not informing. You’re reciting slogans written to justify a lie too violent to stand on its own.
The truth is simple.
Israel was not born. It was built.
Not on land it inherited, but on land it stole.
Not beside a people, but on top of their graves.
And every argument you’ve made here proves it.
Because the only way to justify Zionism is to erase everything that came before it.
You say I’m a fraud.
But I don’t need to invent anything.
Your history humbles itself.
Your denial only sharpens the memory.
And your rage only confirms that something in you knows it’s all true.
You lost this argument the moment you typed it.
The only accurate part of your post is your handle.
Yes, Cheryl.
You wrote it.
You just didn’t read it.
This is Hossam’s team, and we are sharing his final message :
“If you’re reading this, it means I have been killed—most likely targeted—by the Israeli occupation forces. When this all began, I was only 21 years old—a college student with dreams like anyone else. For past 18 months, I have dedicated every moment of my life to my people. I documented the horrors in northern Gaza minute by minute, determined to show the world the truth they tried to bury. I slept on pavements, in schools, in tents—anywhere I could. Each day was a battle for survival. I endured hunger for months, yet I never left my people’s side.
By God, I fulfilled my duty as a journalist. I risked everything to report the truth, and now, I am finally at rest—something I haven’t known in the past 18 months . I did all this because I believe in the Palestinian cause. I believe this land is ours, and it has been the highest honor of my life to die defending it and serving its people.
I ask you now: do not stop speaking about Gaza. Do not let the world look away. Keep fighting, keep telling our stories—until Palestine is free.”
— For the last time, Hossam Shabat, from northern Gaza.
Some Unknown Facts- you can read the rest in the Wired article and the NPR story.
The DSS was involved in the House of Representatives matter. We met with them at their office on Friday, January 5, 2024, as a prerequisite to our meeting with the House of Representatives. They alluded to the fact that we had to comply with whatever the House members instructed us to do.
At the House meeting, there were three members present. Two of them were Peter Akpanke and Philip Agbese, both working under the leadership of Ginger Obinna Onwusibe. There was a third House member, but I don’t recall his name. They set up fake cameras and media to make the meeting appear official, but the cameras weren’t even plugged in. As you may already know, this ended with them asking for a $150 million bribe, paid in cryptocurrency into their personal wallets. A Mickey Mouse operation at its best.
@NuhuRibadu invited us to the official meeting and worked through Sa'ad Abubakar. Another key figure in this situation was Hamma Adama Belloji. Ogunjobi was just a pawn; they used him too. This was a sold as a friendly meeting with the NSA, the head of the SEC, and the CBN governor and include the discussion of the bribe that was solicited by the house of representatives.
The $26 billion figure they kept pushing publicly as some mystery money escaping Nigeria is complete BS. This information was provided in response to their request and was simply cumulative trade data for Nigerians on the platform. This money didn’t leave Nigeria—it was just people buying and selling crypto. For example, if you trade $100 a hundred times, that’s $10,000 in trade volume, but in reality, you only used $100. Again, just another example of them lying to cover up their BS investigation.
They lied about Nadeem escaping during mosque prayers. In reality, he returned and escaped afterward. I don’t know exactly how he managed to flee. He emailed me in November, but we haven’t discussed the details of his escape. It’s possible he paid someone off, but I have no proof. If Belloji had simply checked his passport for a visa, he would have realized that Nadeem did not use that passport to travel to Nigeria.
They sent a letter to the U.S. Embassy and the British High Commission, falsely claiming that we were voluntarily participating in strategic talks. This was a blatant lie.
Nadeem did not escape lawful detention—we were being held illegally. Belloji even admitted that he would fabricate evidence to obtain a court order to detain us for 14 days. Once the court order expired, they were unable to get an extension from the judge. At that point, they continued holding us illegally and had no justification for doing so.
There was a lot of noise about using Interpol to capture Nadeem. As someone who has been involved in multiple extradition cases, I can confidently say this was a joke. Extradition is a lengthy legal process, and no rational judge in Kenya or wherever would ever approve extradition for someone who escaped illegal detention at the hands of rogue law enforcement—especially when that detention involved holding employees hostage to pressure their employer. All noise.
They tried to use us to violate international privacy laws by demanding user data on all Nigerians to target opposition members allegedly "manipulating the price of the naira." However, they all knew that the naira’s devaluation was a direct result of Tinubu's monetary policy, which depegged the naira from the dollar. I’m not saying this policy decision was wrong, but everyone understood that removing government intervention would lead to extreme devaluation. Instead of acknowledging this, they used Binance as a scapegoat.