This six-minute stretch from Trump's presser really captures how off the rails he was at the G7. It begins with him talking about "how easy" it would've been to commit genocide in Iran, continues with him downplaying and deflecting about killing Iranian children, and ends with him asserting that "Afghanistan is kissing our ass, you know that?"
Trump mocks MBS:
I spoke to the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia a number of times — they're so happy that they're still... you have to have them happy too, you know?
We're using their airports, not that they could stop us if we didn't want them to.
I went to get that little sucker. But I missed. I hate missing.
➡️⚡️ Mo Hijab Sets Up an academic debate on the Da’watu Najdiyah
➡️ Only to realize his opponent is a disgusting, disgraceful murtadd who has no Islamic knowledge on these topics and can’t even recite the Quran
➡️Plays the recording of the murtadd insulting muslim women’s honor in the vilest way possible & rejoicing the genocide in Gaza.
➡️ The murtadd realizes that there are more recorded clips of his utter kufr that Hijab will play
➡️ The murtadd gets scared of further embarrassment and runs away.
"Fox News lets some jewish guy refer to all Americans and non-jews as the 'planet of the apes'" - @LaurenWitzkeDE@buckleycarlson
Dude literally did the Dave Chappelle "Space jews" meme
This is not a detainment camp in World War II, nor a prison in the Holocaust, this is Gaza. A chilling reminder that history repeats.
A holocaust is happening right before our eyes and the world is silent
How will you continue your day after hearing that a father in Gaza, trapped beneath the rubble, begged rescuers not to save him?
Not because he had lost hope in life, but because he could hear his daughters’ final breaths beneath the debris. Their tiny hands were holding his in the darkness, as if pleading with him one last time. He was the father who had always been their safe refuge, yet this time he was powerless to pull them from the dust and shattered concrete.
Only his head was visible above the wreckage. He looked into the eyes of the rescuers, his own eyes exhausted by fear and helplessness, and said:
“Leave me… my daughters are here… I do not want to come out alone.���
What heart can bear such a scene? What language can describe the agony of a father who realizes he is losing his daughters one by one, while still holding their hands until they grow cold, unable to offer rescue or even one final embrace?
How will your day go on after knowing this story? How will you sit at your table in peace, or laugh at something trivial, knowing that somewhere there was a father whose last wish was not to survive alone?
And the question that continues to haunt the human conscience remains:
How much pain must the world witness before it finally hears the cry of a single father there?