There is no possible reality where this is in any way capable of being passed off as self-defense. It was never self-defense. It is, and always has been, a genocide.
Crying babies. Crying babies. This is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, meant to draw out and kill civilians while also making it far more difficult to locate and aid children who are trapped or alone.
If you have money to spare, please consider donating to some of the fundraisers on Operation Olive Branch to help people escape this genocide.
i rewatched episode one of spaced after finishing episode seven and i never realized that the reason tim stares at the couple next to him and sarah where the woman is wiping the guy’s face with a napkin because that’s something daisy did for him right when they were first meeting
that part in that one beatles interview where john, paul, george and ringo all say “WE’VE BEEN TAKING A NAP FOR 40 YEARS” at the same time in a creepy voice is so cute
ur pinned is a Leonard Cohen song how r u gonna call Harry styles boring 💀
i don’t think you understand the wave of actual homicidal intent that just washed through my body like if you were standing in front of me right now you would’ve been in real danger. what the fuck are you talking about. this is literally such an evil thing to say. youre literally an evil person. what the fuck is wrong with you im in shock. im in shock. im in shock
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.
then they started fighting Covid precautions.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.
now my parents think climate change is a myth.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.
then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.
now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.
you can guess who they voted for.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.
“We’d walk down Lilly Lane which was like a lovers’ lane and kiss and cuddle.” - Iris Caldwell
“He was just standing there. Little George, all lost. I gave him a big bag of sweets and some apples. He threw his arms around me and Stu, which was the sort of demonstrative thing they never did.’" - Astrid Kirchherr
“George giving me a bear hugggg. My first time in London and…what a welcome!!! ‘It’s Klaus!’ George Harrison called, setting his guitar aside and walking toward me to give me a firm hug.” - Klaus Voormann
“I was surprised to see how affectionate he was with Olivia, holding hands, heads touching as they talked, snuggling up next to her at every opportunity…” - Chris O’Dell
“Olivia was in the room and asked Madeleine her name. The next thing [Madeleine] knew, George was walking across the room directly to her, and as if they were old friends, put his arms around her! She was so overwhelmed and she automatically put her arms around him and hugged him back.” - A fan
“Even hugging George was a psychedelic experience, what a gem of a man. Love him forever.” - Dave Stewart
“George was the kind of guy who wasn’t going to leave until he hugged you for five minutes and told you how much he loved you.” - Tom Petty
“Just a few months after his death, I was in Bungalow 8, a New York club that Paul Shaffer dragged me to, when I noticed a skinny fellow who was the spitting image of George - only young George - coming right toward me. Before I could say anything this young man embraced me in a tender hug and then pulled back to explain himself. ‘I’m Dhani Harrison,’ he said. ‘One of the last things my father told me was that if I ever come across people who were important to him, I should give them a hug.’” - Martin Short