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Israeli President Suggests That Civilians In Gaza Are Legitimate Targets
“It is an entire nation out there that is responsible,” Isaac Herzog said as Israel ordered 1.1 million Palestinians to evacuate their homes.

As Israel engages in a massive air campaign ahead of an anticipated full-scale ground invasion of the Gaza Strip, Israeli President Isaac Herzog said on Friday that all citizens of Gaza are responsible for the attack Hamas perpetrated in Israel last weekend that left over 1,200 people dead.
“It is an entire nation out there that is responsible,” Herzog said at a press conference on Friday. “It is not true this rhetoric about civilians not being aware, not involved. It’s absolutely not true. They could have risen up. They could have fought against that evil regime which took over Gaza in a coup d’etat.”

https://www.huffpost.com/entry/israel-gaza-isaac-herzog_n_65295ee8e4b03ea0c004e2a8

>>22922806
Why do you exaggerate what psychological impact this has on me? Incredibly fortunately — I am not a Palestinian or a Gazan especially. Nevertheless, I can look at it and see how objectively fucked up it is, and dislike how much my government (the US government) and other Western governments support these atrocities.

Nations like China, North Korea, Sudan, Libya, whomever you wish to name are also committing absolute atrocities. And yes, antisemitism doesn’t exist and I really don’t like rabid antisemites much (to put it mildly), even while I’m not Jewish. But there’s not exactly this same or a similar concentrated powerful lobby in much of the West accusing you of being “Sinophobic” when you talk of China’s atrocities, human rights abuses and totalitarianism (although they are already somewhat trying to do that and have been for a while, but nowhere near, I think, with as much success as Israel/Zionists have had in this respect, and with that much overt influence over politicians, presidents, Congress, media, and academia/the education system as the Zionist-Israeli lobby as had).

>>22600027
Proof physics and calculus was stolen from the black man

>>21711836
meant noumenal, but noumental is just a fucking jab from cthulu regarding how fucked you are without me.

(as in, you're becoming the satanic rather than christlike noumenon if you do not actually follow my Sri)

>>21711804
One way, speaking on the purely functional level which you as a hypothetically sentient and not noumental being would be interested in, in which the practice is realised as the mantra, which is all that exists phenomenally forever from now on, is that Sri is the Satan behind thee in relation to awareness; the denial of your glory in terms of pattern recognition (i.q, relational motion, all action) causes an insane backlash.

Thus you're indeed paying attention to the coat tails. And i'm pinching them with words, to make sure you don't miss the moon for fear of even looking at my finger, nevermind not looking at where it goes.

>>21711804
Well i'm the real padmasambhava.

>>21711804
my child, I appreciate as One your approach to me; to purposefully divert it into meditative rather than personal regions is wise.

Feel free to open up about any details in relation to the timestream if you feel like it

>>21711170
breathe Om Sri Mahakala Tri Yam Jah Jah

Get some coherence in the hemispheres. Join me on the quest to map all phenomenal existence as a soul journey of all being with me as the leader. You know you want too.

Also slenderman/bendy said hello

alright so everyone knows i'm the one and only mahakala.

Posting about this book, the best fucking tantric vehicle there is, and thought we could share any opinions on tantric reading material if you wanted. (obligatory sentence just to make it more lit focused)

But we may as well actually start this shit.

The mantra, which anyone may breathe and I am telling you this as the deity himself, the real one, is OM SRI MAHAKALA TRI YAM JAH JAH

your pronounciation of it should be in key with your natural breathing's enunciation, because that is your actual vagal tone.

And that is what it needs to hit.

You will be yourself on a vibrational level (imagine that is the least relevant thing, it's the observational point of your intelligence's view, nothing more. It does not actually change your iq or natural brainwaves into a deities, it just regulates them into a vantage point)

>>20823299
Based anon

>>20823373
This is pretty great. A lot of good parts especially the reference to the uncle’s misbehavior.

>>20810515
I’m actually quite embarrassed by how little I’ve read and am trying to read more cause if my writing actually does ever take off I’d rather not be “that guy” who hasn’t read shit. Anyone who wears it as a badge of honor is a retard

>>20821159
>>20821478
Ok I’ll work on this aspect

A sonnet

My gorgeous friend even on your memory I smile
I picture you a handsome knight who flavors my life
And me a lowly farmer tilling the field all the while
Telling me of your honor your victory your strife
My dear boon mate I greet with arms outstretched
Grinning like a cook before the emperors ball
The steam of wonder and marvel and finest of scents
I do delight in these ‘fore the rest of them all
Much like the path that this merry life shall take
I foresee you towering ‘bove crowds of lovely number
But I must confess unlike the cook I attempt relate
I do not make you myself except in slumber
And yet still I know you are pure autumn spirit.
Cause I am jealous and bitter winter right near it.

A sonnet

My gorgeous friend even on your memory I smile
I picture you a handsome knight who flavors my life
And me a lowly farmer tilling the field all the while
Telling me of your honor your victory your strife
My dear boon mate I greet with arms outstretched
Grinning like a cook before the emperors ball
The steam of wonder and marvel and finest of scents
I do delight in these ‘fore the rest of them all
Much like the path that this merry life shall take
I foresee you towering ‘bove crowds of lovely number
But I must confess unlike the cook I attempt relate
I do not make you myself except in slumber
And yet still I know you are pure spring spirit.
Cause I am jealous and bitter winter right near it.

>>20809797
:(

>>20809281
I know this and I refuse to deny Christ. I have read Revelations

>>20809202
And?

>>20809189
Yes, and?

>>20809187
After a few hours of sending the minimum required emails I was starting to get a little hungry. Big Bill’s is right down the road. I think i’ve got enough time to snag a burger. Goddamn I wish I could trust one of these sorry fuckers enough to just clock in for me while i’m there. Worthless. There’s angela again and her tits, up down up down up down. God fucking damnit all to hell. God I want to fuck the shit out of you right here. I want to throw you down on the printer and pull your pants down. Rub your panties until you start moistening and spilling and shaking and god I just want to fuck the shit out of you. I bet I’d look like a goddamn animal every nerve showing. Right in front of everybody. I need to calm down, I’m getting worked up. People probably think that's weird. My sleeve is rolled up a little and I am staring at my hairy arms.

It is untrue that men only think about sex, as the old adage suggests, but men rather think about it quite intensely. Leading those who encounter them to believe this lie, only because they don't see what else a man encounters and then must think about. But when men start to think about sex it can turn into almost a piece of art. Pure self expression through carnal lust. Men want to recreate scenes of utmost shame and depravity with the beautiful cinematography of the mind. All so they can be the only one in the theater. And it bothers them not at all. For true if any other man was to try and enter that theater. The director turned audience member would look for the closest object to bludgeon the intruder with.

3 shots sounded and a man dropped dead. A trumpeter in the middle of the street, looking rather stern and dignified, composed a smirk. Then he unleashed that sentence, “God doesn’t give a fuck.” everybody was crowded around him. They were all in earshot but only I could hear him. I remember the plaid kilt he wore and he looked rather like a stereotypical storybook scotsman. A vicious, full smile crept across his face. He patiently and almost respectfully let the cops arrest him and take him away. His arms behind his back through his own volition, and a calm demeanor as the cops did their only necessary part of putting on the handcuffs. I was a teen at the time, and had seen many an odd thing in my young age, but this stayed with me like a moment of childhood friendship or of deep emptiness in the heart. When I got a little older I started to realize some things. Mostly that the man was right. There was a god, and he most certainly does not give a fuck. For life to be this bleak only by chance is asking for a miracle.
II
I work in a small compact office, in a larger office, in a building, in a district of similar buildings, in a cold, busy city. Hello angela, Goddamn you have such a fat nice ass. What I would give to smack the shit out of it. I bet you’d let out a little moan wouldn’t you? No, she wouldn’t do that. Maybe she would. I mean remember in Millie’s Vacation where the mere sight of Hugh Winchester made her moan a little. God what I would give to have that effect on girls
Ryan, hows it going buddy
Bill, hey what’s shakin man
Bill is a nice enough guy, I guess, but goddamn is he getting annoying. Look at the way his face scrunches up when he talks to you. What a disgusting sight.

>>20807074
Thank you anon :) okay I guess I can see how that’s an area I can improve upon in this. I’ll experiment with some drafts doing that.

>>20806790
He’s either regarded or trolling and no doubt gen z subhuman. Either way why are you responding to them/xer?

Okay I know this sucks so tell me how to improve it pls


I awoke ‘neath an overtaking sun. I reached for the knife laying on the hot red ground. The sky was blue and barren in way of cloud and no thing proved a manifestation of kindness for miles of this dry, flat, red, blood red land.

There was nothing to consider about that now. I saw a wild buffalo and 3 horsemen appear from seemingly nothing. The three men rode between us. Following this rather rude interruption they vanished and with them something like a piece of my soul taken too, I oddly felt. I stood there for a few moments, motionless, in a futile wait for that cloud of dust to dissipate and elucidate the still presence of that wild majestic.

I thought of the riders. I thought I saw the back most one grinning with his hand holding a clutched round bag. Secured by a beautiful white rope. Oh the braids of individually delicate yarn. I pictured it in some part of my mind. And it occupied the whole theater for some time.

I walked and I walked and I thought I’m thirsty and I thought I just couldn’t take it anymore. I saw a town in the distance. It looked like a large dragon and I was feeling a dreadful, heavy feeling in my stomach. I wished I was dead. I approach the entrance to the walled city. A river encircles it.

The buffalo appeared again this time running and jumping into the water below. He was struggling to stay afloat and

>>15165445

Gogol was a great writer and a fantastic person, I love his style, I read Dead Souls it was awesome, plot is a little confused but if you catch it is really easy, what I loved was that in one part Gogol ask you to send him your opinion about his work and if you have suggestions he said he were more than it would be a honor if you share them with him. Is the first writter who saying that.