An American podcast is reporting missiles heading towards the US base in Qatar.
The **** is hitting the fan.
The **** is hitting the fan.
It isn’t ****. That is a Sanitary Missile. It is there to stop **** from spreading by blasting **** in a controlled space.An American podcast is reporting missiles heading towards the US base in Qatar.
The **** is hitting the fan.
An American podcast is reporting missiles heading towards the US base in Qatar.
The **** is hitting the fan.
Did you know, people from Qatar are Flemish?My friends in Qatar are concerned but many consider them to be fireworks. Fireing missiles at Qatar will be counter-productive. The real damage to US interests will come from terrorists.
It’s just so much disingenuous argument, Imp. Really disappointing lack of integrity for your normal standards and based on some truly ludicrous assumptions.
I won’t bore you by going over all of them, but:
1. Your entire argument is based around assuming that pro Gaza EQUALS leftist. You ignore the Muslim community who are a wide voting block and also single issue protestors, who are otherwise apolitical or even right leaning.
2. You admit that the SWP are so tiny to be almost a non-entity, but then deride left voters for not knowing enough about them to consider the merits of holding up a sign. Comparing them to notorious groups like the BNP, that even non-politicals understand, is truly ridiculous.
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 nothing
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 set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's 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 threatening 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 will follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And 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.
So we apparently have a ceasefire, in what Trump is calling "the 12 day war". I suppose we have to tentatively give him some credit for brokering this, but let's see if it holds now and what the ramifications are.
Not surprising imo. I now see there’s a difference of opinion on whether Iran had or had not fired (on Israel). Who to trust eh!? IDF, Iran, Trump?Well that didn’t last long, did it…

Thanks for that Chilcs.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 nothing
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 set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's 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 threatening 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 will follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And 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.
I think it’s time for the world to pass legislation that the heads of the countries, that are on the verge of war, to meet in head to head in combat, with no option of fielding a champion. I would also make a condition that the aggressor should be handicapped in some way.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 nothing
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 set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's 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 threatening 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 will follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And 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.
I agree. I also think that leaders of all nuclear states, including Israel, should have one of their children fostered in a nuclear state with an opposing ideology.I think it’s time for the world to pass legislation that the heads of the countries, that are on the verge of war, to meet in head to head in combat, with no option of fielding a champion. I would also make a condition that the aggressor should be handicapped in some way.
If the people who send others to fight wars had to be in the front line and face death, I think there would be far fewer wars.
Well that didn’t last long, did it…
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