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Croissants..
WAR! What is it good for?
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Croissants..
True story.
Every week i do my big sisters shopping (73yo) and on her list she always puts Quas for these despite seeing the packet every week, good job i have known her for a while
Israel has been attacked on all fronts by countries surrounding it and fought them all off. They’re even stronger now.
I doubt they give a ****e about Iran backing some militias
Whoever goes up against Israel in that region will come out second best.
Israel has been attacked on all fronts by countries surrounding it and fought them all off. They’re even stronger now.
I doubt they give a ****e about Iran backing some militias
Whoever goes up against Israel in that region will come out second best.
fk they can’t even take out a rag tag bunch of islamists ffs
I just saw a video, probably not even close to some of the horrors that Gazan's have suffered.
It was of a little girl probably 5 or 6 years old being pulled out of the rubble, bloodied, but alive.
As they carried her off she was still clutching her dead Cat
The evil ****s who dish this terror out, sleep well in their own beds at night, surrounded by their families, unleashing hell on others
****s
It was of a little girl probably 5 or 6 years old being pulled out of the rubble, bloodied, but alive.
As they carried her off she was still clutching her dead Cat
The evil ****s who dish this terror out, sleep well in their own beds at night, surrounded by their families, unleashing hell on others
****s
I just saw a video, probably not even close to some of the horrors that Gazan's have suffered.
It was of a little girl probably 5 or 6 years old being pulled out of the rubble, bloodied, but alive.
As they carried her off she was still clutching her dead Cat
The evil ****s who dish this terror out, sleep well in their own beds at night, surrounded by their families, unleashing hell on others
****s
they be ****ing over it dude…..it’s the sabbatean sacrifice they crave for
We sit here and wonder how people can knowingly inflict such terror, horror and pain on people.
But these people are not like most of us, they are psychopaths, wired differently and do not empathise with suffering.
The people in charge are so ****ed up and the sycophants around them that support and make excuses for them all need lobbing down a ****ing deep dark hole
If we just go a little deeper we shall see that’s it’s a cult who play the role of good and evil…..whilst we worry they enjoy themselves it’s been the same old play book for hundreds of years …..in short they have control of the board and we are just pawns in thy game
From the mouth of one of the most famous Jews a lyrical genius who’s aware of his worlds surroundings
Masters of War
Bob Dylan
Come, you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young peoples' blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatenin' my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a pale afternoon
I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Masters of War
Bob Dylan
Come, you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young peoples' blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatenin' my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a pale afternoon
I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
NHS doctor here in the UK calling for Jihad
Lol
Or he can go volunteer at a hospital in Gaza and put his money where his mouth is.
Imagine a poor Jewish patient gets sent his way. The guy should be disciplined.
As long as you don’t spread your Jewish hate across multiple threads, mate.yeah so the racists say
they ain’t Jews you daft twat they are a cult hiding behind all the faiths but I’m not expecting you to know really……it’s a bit deep for your taste
reacts to the news without knowing the truths type is saf the perfect pet for the cult…..weirdly u be up spurlys and Jakartas arse hole pretending you care when the next Ramadan comes up