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The tragedy of the Palestinians is that they have no international support. They don't have wealth or power so they don't have rights.

The way the United States and the International arena see it as your worth correspond yo your power and wealth.

So we should not be surprise at the way they are dealing with the situation in Gaza.

Especially when the United States is in support of the Israeli regime (Netanyahu) who threatens anyone who might try to do something.

The International interest, turns out to be the interest of the dominant domestic forces in the U.S society, the very rich and major corporations who set government policy and so on..

The population often strongly opposes government policy and they are simply disregarded.

We do not live in a society in which the public determines policy like taxes, education, health etc.

Unless we force ourselves into the system by serious Activism nothing will change.

Free Palestine 🇵🇸 and stop the genocide!

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If you read the history and the beginnings of zionism and how Israel came to be and not forget the "nakba" which hasn't stopped since 1948.

Then you realize that the Israeli government has become a Fascist Theocracy.

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Enjoy the festivities and be safe.

"It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are."

E.E. Cummings

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To my friends, Sending love your way during the Festival of Lights.

Chag Sameach! 🤗

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Watch "KWON DOE fly me 2 da moon LOFI CHILL" on YouTube

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A los 40 años Franz Kafka (1883-1924) que nunca se casó ni tenía hijos, paseaba por el parque Berlín cuando conoció a una niña que lloraba porque había perdido su muñeca favorita. Ella y Kafka buscan la muñeca sin éxito. Kafka le dijo que se reuniera con él al día siguiente y volverían a buscarla.

Al día siguiente, cuando todavía no habían encontrado la muñeca, Kafka le dio a la niña una carta "escrita" por la muñeca que decía: "Por favor no llores.

Tuve un viaje para ver el mundo, te escribiré sobre mis aventuras."

Así comenzó una historia que continúa hasta el final de la vida de Kafka.

En sus encuentros, Kafka le leía las cartas de su muñeca cuidadosamente escritas con aventuras y conversaciones que la niña consideraba adorables.

Finalmente, Kafka le trajo la muñeca (compró una) que había vuelto a Berlín.

"No se parece en absoluto a mi muñeca", dijo la niña.

Kafka le entregó otra carta en la que la muñeca escribía: "Mis viajes me cambiaron" La niña besó a la nueva muñeca y la trajo feliz a casa.

Un año después, Kafka murió.

Varios años después, la niña adulta encontró una carta en la muñeca. En la pequeña carta firmada por Kafka decía:

"Todo lo que amas probablemente se perderá, pero al final el amor volverá de otra manera".

Libro: Kafka y la muñeca viajera.

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A helpful guide borrowed from a friend of a friend's FB page...

Huge numbers of our population believe in a complete alternate reality. Alternate facts as they were.

But just as intensely as I believe they are deluded, they think I am the one who is deluded. Maybe I am. So how can I be confident in my perception? It can be quite difficult.

But, I have found that in times of political confusion, particularly when emotions are running high and creating tunnel vision, the presence of Nazis can be an extremely helpful indicator.

If I am attending a local demonstration or event and I see Nazis…neo-Nazis, miscellaneous-Nazis, master race Nazis, or the latest-whatever-uber-mythology-Nazis, I figure out which side they are on.

And if they are on my side of the demonstration? I am on the wrong side.

It is tough to argue moral equivalence when I am standing next to a Nazi. Look to my right. Is there a guy wearing a 6MWE (6 million wasn’t enough) t-shirt? I am on the wrong side. Look to my left. If that guy is wearing a Camp Auschwitz t-shirt? Wrong side. Are Speakers being applauded for referring to things that Hitler got right? Wrong side. Team-spirit face paint and hat with animal horns? This is actually an unclear indicator that could mean anything, but safest to keep my distance from that guy, even at a football game.

However, I can always rely on the presence of Nazis as a guiding light through a fog of disinformation.

Some things are relative, and politics can absolutely have it’s opposing sides and grey areas.

But evil and good are absolute. As are the lessons of history. So, just look for the Nazis, and make your own decisions.

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Le Dimanche Benny

Dimanche soir, j’ai allumé la télévision. La chaine France 3 diffusait un énième épisode de Zorro. J’ai soudainement réalisé que cette série passait en boucle depuis dix ans et à chaque fois, quand je suis chez moi le dimanche à cette heure,  je mets Zorro sans le regarder. En fait je suis conditionné comme les poussins de Pavlov, j’ai pris cette habitude dès mon enfance. Dans les années quatre-vingts, je regardai Benny Hill et ses blagues pourries. J’adorai son show même si lui aussi était diffusé en boucle. J’aimai ce côté british, cet humour grivois mais loin d’être vulgaire. Je connaissais les sketchs avant leur fin néanmoins je riais parce qu’il y avait une atmosphère drôle. J’aimai ces parodies de Robin des bois, des bourgeois victoriens ou encore l’homme qui valait trois milliards. Je garde en mémoire à vie celle de l’agence tout risque quand il est déguisé en Barracuda.

Les acteurs étaient tous atypiques, comme on dit : ils avaient une gueule. Il y avait surtout le petit vieux sur la tête duquel Benny Hill frappait constamment comme pour jouer avec un ballon de basket. Mais aussi les Hill’s Angels qui apportaient une certaine sensualité et éveillèrent mon intérêt pour les femmes. Elles n’avaient rien de plus ni moins que n’importe quelles danseuses mais il existait une sorte d’aura qui se dégageait de la télé dès leurs passages. De plus elles étaient loin de l’image d’Epinal qu’on faisait des anglaises, grandes, maigres avec des bouclettes et des grandes dents pourries. Pendant leurs danses, le Benny faisait le con. Maintenant, il serait accusé de vulgarité et de machisme. Seulement il ne se moquait pas des femmes. Il se moquait de lui, en réalité il tournait en dérision les machos comme De Funès le fit avec les racistes dans Rabbi Jacob.

Et puis il y avait la fin pendant laquelle les acteurs le poursuivaient. Je ne voulais pas que le générique s’arrête car il annonçait la fin du weekend et disait au fond de ma tête : « Demain, c’est lundi, on retourne à l’école, il faut aller se coucher. »

Alex@r60 – Mars 2019

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Back in the 1960s, a Harvard graduate student made a landmark discovery about anger.

At age 34, Jean Briggs traveled above the Arctic Circle and lived out on the tundra for 17 months. There were no roads, no heating systems, no grocery stores. Winter temperatures could easily dip below minus 40 degrees Fahrenheit.

Briggs persuaded an Inuit family to “adopt” her and “try to keep her alive,” as the anthropologist wrote in 1970.

At the time, many Inuit families lived similar to the way their ancestors had for thousands of years. They built igloos in the winter and tents in the summer. “And we ate only what the animals provided, such as fish, seal and caribou,” says Myna Ishulutak, a film producer and language teacher who lived a similar lifestyle as a young girl.

Briggs quickly realized something remarkable was going on in these families: The adults had an extraordinary ability to control their anger.

“They never acted in anger toward me, although they were angry with me an awful lot,” Briggs told the Canadian Broadcasting Corp. in an interview.

Even just showing a smidgen of frustration or irritation was considered weak and childlike, Briggs observed.

For instance, one time someone knocked a boiling pot of tea across the igloo, damaging the ice floor. No one changed their expression. “Too bad,” the offender said calmly and went to refill the teapot.

In another instance, a fishing line — which had taken days to braid — immediately broke on the first use. No one flinched in anger. “Sew it together,” someone said quietly.

By contrast, Briggs seemed like a wild child, even though she was trying very hard to control her anger. “My ways were so much cruder, less considerate and more impulsive,” she told the CBC. “[I was] often impulsive in an antisocial sort of way. I would sulk or I would snap or I would do something that they never did.”

Briggs, who died in 2016, wrote up her observations in her first book, Never in Anger. But she was left with a lingering question: How do Inuit parents instill this ability in their children? How do Inuit take tantrum-prone toddlers and turn them into cool-headed adults?

Then in 1971, Briggs found a clue.

How Inuit Parents Teach Kids To Control Their Anger

Photos: Jean Briggs Collection/American Philosophical Society and Johan Hallberg-Campbell for NPR

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George, the last of his species of Hawaiian land snail, died on New Year’s Day. He was approximately 14 years old.

His death was confirmed by Hawaii’s Department of Land and Natural Resources.

George was born as part of a last-ditch effort to save his species. Back in 1997, the last 10 known Achatinella apexfulva were brought into a University of Hawaii lab to try to increase their numbers. Some offspring resulted, but all of them died – except for George.

As the last remaining A. apexfulva, George lived out his days alone in a cage at DLNR’s snail lab in Kailua, Oahu, alongside 30 other species close to extinction.

Those who knew George say he kept to himself.

“For a snail he was a little bit of a hermit,” David Sischo, a wildlife biologist with the Hawaii Invertebrate Program, tells NPR. “I very rarely saw him outside of his shell.”

Sischo said George likely died of old age, as 14 is “up there in snail years.”

George, Reclusive Hawaiian Snail And Last Of His Kind, Dies At 14

Photo: David Sischo/Hawaii Department of Land and Natural Resources