So… should Senator Payman be expecting an apology? Or does Penny Wong have to concede Labor’s move to recognise Palestinian statehood is, by her own words, exploiting distress, emotionally charged & politically expedient?
The concept of making Palestinian statehood conditional on disarming the very group resisting + trying to survive occupation + genocide is obscene. The moral depravity of a foreign power making that a condition while you watch your population die. White supremacist colonial slop.
A huge congratulations not JUST to H*mas… but to terrorists everywhere 💪 What a win… 🥳
Ohhhh and condolences to the hostages, kids in Gaza and innocents everywhere who will suffer even more so as a result 🙏
Australia has just announced it will recognise a Palestinian State… one CURRENTLY controlled by murderous terrorists…
Below is @StevenJMiles Govt sod turn of 90 bed new Ripley Hospital Sub-Acute Expansion project in 2023 via then Health Minister @ShannonFentiman
On the right is hapless Minister @TimNichollsMP lying to claim credit for another Labor funded project.
Not even good at lying 🙄
So, Trump, after having seen his DOGE employees attacked on the streets of D.C., is going to deploy the National Guard to the streets of a City that has experienced a 20 percent decline in crime, and on top of this potentially repeal the DC Home Rule Act?
This seems dumb.
I assume there will be scenes like there were in LA.
Zionism’s Infernal Waltz
Those who waltz with the Devil, beware of the spark—
His smile is gold, but his shadow is stark.
He spins you in circles through candle-lit gloom,
A partner in pleasure that bends into doom.
His whispers are honey that drip on your skin,
But each secret he tells is a gateway to sin.
The thrill of his fingers is hard to refuse,
'Til the heat at your back is a flame meant to bruise.
In mirrors around you, the firelight grows
As silken delusions unravel your clothes.
You laugh at the warning, you grin at the smoke,
Not knowing how easy a promise is broke.
Your pulse is a drum and your senses aflame,
You dare him to take you—he knows every game.
But the clock strikes the hour, inferno begins:
The dance turns to ashes, the pleasure to sins.
The morning will find you with scars on your soul,
Charred by the embers that danced out of control.
For those who accept the Devil’s invite,
Prepare for a burn that survives every night.