May 9, 1936
Two American tourists in Jerusalem ask their young Arab guide why the Jewish shops are closed.
He smiles and says, “Oh, the Arabs kill them.”
A child. Smiling. As if talking about the weather.
That is the part I cannot shake.
https://t.co/rbfEMFzbBy
The bloodthirsty Iranian terror regime is now executing children for daring to protest.
He is 16. His name is Mohammad Hossein Shokri. Not a criminal. Not a threat. Just a kid.
Arrested after taking part in a peaceful protest where others didn’t survive the bullets, he was sentenced to death by the same savage regime that calls this “justice.”
A 16-year-old boy facing the gallows for selling vegetables.
Let that demonic absurdity sink in.
Don’t you dare scroll. Don’t you dare stay silent.
Say his name out loud. Share this everywhere until the world can no longer ignore the satanic evil of the Ayatollahs’ death cult.
A 19-year-old national wrestling champion executed in Iran. Not for a crime, but for speaking out.
For decades, the Iranian regime has waged a relentless campaign against its own people: hanging, silencing, and erasing thousands.
Young men and women. Students. Athletes. Voices of courage, whose only “crime” was daring to think freely.
A regime that fears its own citizens will always choose brutality to survive.
»Ich bin eine iranische Frau, die unter der Sittenpolizei aufgewachsen ist.
Als Mädchen wurde mir gesagt:
„Zeig dein Haar → fahr zur Hölle.
Zeig dein Haar → bekomme Peitschenhiebe.
Zeig dein Haar → werde getötet wie Mahsa Amini.“
Ich bin geflohen. Ich bin in den Westen gekommen. Endlich hatte ich eine Stimme.
Dann sagten mir Liberale, die noch nie einen einzigen Tag unter der Scharia gelebt haben, ich solle sie leise einsetzen.
„Das ist Islamophobie.“
Phobie bedeutet irrationale Angst.
Jahrelang haben wir euch vor der Sittenpolizei gewarnt. Ihr habt nicht zugehört.
„Wir waren da. Wo wart ihr?“«
The gasp my entire family gasped when the song by Adriano Celentano (that none of us can spell or pronounce) started playing. It’s a family favorite! #Olympics
When I was 12, my grandfather bought this book for my dad.
I was a voracious reader, so I read it cover-to-cover despite not understanding some of it. But even then, there was an affinity.
Decades later, I started following Scott Adams online. He made me think like very few could.
Scott Adams was brave, intelligent, principled, curious, and effective. He embodied the values that I treasure to this day.
RIP to one of the all-time greats.