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Netanyahou critique la "guerre psychologique cruelle" du Hamas contre les otages israéliens

Le Premier ministre israélien, Benjamin Netanyahou, a dénoncé la “guerre psychologique cruelle” menée par le Hamas contre les otages israéliens détenus à Gaza, lors d’une rencontre avec deux anciens otages. Une rencontre avec d’anciens otages marquée par des souvenirs douloureux Dans un communiqué officiel, le bureau du Premier ministre a indiqué que Netanyahou, son épouse Sara, et les ex-otages…

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Nouveau bilan publié par le ministère israélien de la Santé faisant état de 1590 blessés évacués vers les hôpitaux, dont 19 dans un état critique, 293 dans un état grave et 315 dans un état modéré. 715 personnes ont été légèrement blessées et 20 souffrent d'anxiété. 181 font encore l'objet d'une évaluation médicale

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The news outlet:

Not sure what X has to do with this, but let the LORD confirm what it could mean to you.

I believe the LORD is seeing the unfairness.

Look out because the LORD is going to show you something. He is going to “pinpoint” something to you and you ONLY. He was vague with me until he pointed out a personal revelation.

My prayer is for the LORD to give you MORE favour; let the ppl see your good works.

PS. The olive trees 🌳😍 reminds me of ZERUBBABEL

I forgot to mention when the LORD touched the profile picture logo, he said to me

“Angel”

Perhaps he is sending an angel. I had a vision of one which I will share soon.

Omgosh I watched the video and it said NEWPERSIA.ORG. Recall the LORD told us something was about to pop-off in Iran 🇮🇷 👀

I cannot makes this stuff up!

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israel isn't an ethnostate you fucking retard. 21% of the population is arab. druze, bedouins, christians, and tons of other nationalities live there as well, and they all have equal rights under the law. the person who started calling israel an ethnostate was richard spencer, a literal neo-nazi. YOU are the ones campaigning for an actual, arab ethnostate and genociding half the world's jewish population.

calm down i didnt even write that post. but anyway

so 1st, yes richard spencer called israel an ethnostate, but he did that while saying the US should do the same thing. people pointing out how fucked up israel's treatment of palestinians is are not on richard spencer's side. source (from an israeli news site saying they have richard spencer's approval): https://www.i24news.tv/en/news/international/americas/158124-171019-white-supremacist-shouted-down-at-florida-college-speech

second, people calling isreal an ethnostate arent saying theres no arab people living in israel but that israel doesnt consider them as real citizens because israel is supposed to be "for" jewish people only, and as a result, palestinians are considered obstacles for that ideal jewish state and are treated accordingly. its pretty damn ironic youre saying im (in capital letters ok) calling for jewish genocide when a) ???? how and b) its palestinian people that are Actually being genocided right now

you probably wont see this because youre on anon but theoretical equal rights under the law dont mean that the same is true in real life. heres some info about the nation-state law of 2018:

source:

also these:

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After the rebels entered Damascus Sunday night and announced the fall of the Assad regime, Fahd Masri, the founder of the defunct National Salvation Front and spokesperson for the Free Syrian Army, spoke with the Arab affairs commentator of i24NEWS, Baruch Yedid, to thank Israel for its "contribution" to the dramatic events.

"Without the blows you inflicted on Hezbollah and Iran, we could not free Syria," Masri said. "Thank you, Israel. This is an Israeli victory, our brothers and neighbors.

He added that he wished "a peace of love and respect" between Israelis and Syrians. "This is a morning of victory!"

"We will build peace with you," he said regarding the future between the countries.

8 Dec 24

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“Road Runner” (Johnny Davis x OFC)

Masterlist

SUMMARY — Johnny crosses paths with a fiery redhead who seems to live for chaos. She’s the sister of a recently deceased member of the notorious Vandals. As Johnny gets drawn deeper into her whirlwind life, they find themselves caught in a dangerous game.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Holy moly, haven't felt inspired in a while, but then Tom Hardy graced my screen again and, well. It would be a shame not to play with Johnny some. I can't thank enough the wonderful @zablife for the encouragement to write this! ❤️❤️❤️

WORD COUNT — 5,284

Brucie entered the bar at precisely nine in the morning and put a stack of newspapers at Johnny’s regular table.

“Heard about what happened to Eddie?” Brucie asked before he even sat down, and all it got him was Johnny’s absent stare. 

There was a half-lit cigarette hanging out the corner of Johnny’s mouth and he already looked done with the day.

“What are you talkin’ about?” Johnny rasped, then reached for the first newspaper out of the stack to read the front page.

“Freak accident on the road to Skokie. All that horsepower, never had the chance with a truck and a buick ridin’ up against him,” Brucie said and shook his head. 

All Johnny did was he looked around and immediately there was someone up and pouring him and Brucie a cup of bourbon. They were out of the nicer glasses.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Johnny rasped and put out his unfinished cigarette. “What the fuck was he thinkin’?”

“Oh, you know Eddie,” Brucie raised his glass and then so did Johnny. “Wilder than the rest of them, that kid.”

“Yeah,” Johnny agreed just because, but his mind was already miles away. Planning, thinking ahead, shifting gears. 

“We’ll need to send flowers,” Johnny decided.

“Yeah.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ…” Johnny sighed and looked at the newspaper again. “The kid was too young to end up in a box.” 

There weren’t any pictures of the accident, but the description was vivid enough. 

“We’ll send it.” Brucie wrote something down in his notebook. “Doubt the family will want us there anyway.”

Johnny answered with a shrug, then lit another cigarette.

“What about the bike?” he asked.

“The bike?”

“Nice bike it was. A racer. Shame for it to be stuck in a barn or somethin’.” Johnny coughed a bit and pointed to the newspaper, then took another sip of his drink.

Brucie sighed at the very suggestion of asking the grieving family a thing like that, but finally he just nodded.

“I’ll try and find out.”

Turned out, finding out was not as much of a chore as it was a weird fucking encounter. First, Benny came by the bar and sat down with Johnny, wordlessly staring at the newspaper. The front page was still there in all its gorey glory.

Eddie and Benny used to ride together sometimes. They often made a bet with each other, then led the police on a wild goose chase just for laughs. 

“The bike,” Johnny said to Benny, then tapped the front page. “Know what happened to it?”

Benny, fond of his long pauses, looked down and lit a cigarette. Finally, Johnny raised his brows in annoyance and Brucie perked up his ears to hear the story.

“They lived on that apple farm outside of I24. Eddie and his family.”

Benny often gave up information reluctantly, as if keeping it inside his skull helped to keep him sane.

“They sell apples?” Johnny asked.

“His old man used to make cider, too.” Benny looked to the side pensively. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“Still got a bottle stashed somewhere. We should drink it. You know, for Eddie.”

Johnny frowned some more, then just decided to accept the information at face value.

“I’ll go there tomorrow,” Brucie offered, but Johnny shook his head and that was that.

“If you thinkin’ of makin’ an offer, I’d hurry.” Benny took a long drag on his cigarette, then flicked the ash off with his thumb.

“Yeah? Why is that?” Johnny asked.

“His sister rides.”

“Bikes? His sister?” Brucie chuckled, then immediately stopped when Gail shot him an angry look.

“No. Horses.”

Brucie looked at Benny then like he tended to do quite often. A space oddity, that kid. But whether he was pensive or sad, Brucie decided to let him be. Eddie was his friend after all.

“I’ll go there end of the week,” Johnny said. “Offer a good price.”

“Why do you care so much anyway? Your bike’s good.” Benny asked the question nobody dared to up to this point. Johnny never got mad at Benny, though, so Brucie stayed put. Truth be told, he was curious himself.

“Because,” Johnny said. “It’s a good racin’ piece, that thing. I’ve seen you two racin’ way too many times.”

“Yeah, but Eddie always lost,” Benny smirked.

“Not when he didn’t let you win.”

Johnny smirked at Benny and that was as good as saying he still loved him despite Benny being a walking accident. So Benny left it at that and finished his coffee.

The farm was quite far away on the outskirts of Chicago. Johnny had to stop for gas on a remote station where every farmer and hillbilly in sight immediately let him know he wasn’t welcome. Johnny opted to ignore them.

He parked his bike by the front gate of the farm and took a look around. Immediately fed up with good countryside air, he lit a cigarette and squinted at all that sunlight. Feeling like a villain in a western, Johnny let himself in and walked the path leading to the barn. Right away he heard horses neighing, then someone shouting in the distance. Johnny turned that way and saw a woman riding a horse. She wasn’t only riding it, more like galloping straight at him. 

He realised it was him she was yelling at then; her fiery red hair a halo around her angry face. Johnny stood there, a little transfixed, his better judgment kicking in only when he realised she wasn’t going to stop the horse. He jumped out of the way at the very last moment, groaning as his side met the thorns of the nearby rose bushes.

The woman stopped the horse abruptly, all the roadside dust blowing up around them and obscuring Johnny’s vision. He coughed and tried to get up, already losing his patience.

But then he saw that angry five foot nothing marching towards him, all that red hair billowing behind her and a sawed off shotgun firmly gripped in her left hand. Thinking himself thoroughly out of bargaining chips, he raised his hands up high.

“Get up!” she shouted at him, her face twisted in a grimace of unholy fury.

“Fuck, I’m tryin’, ain’t I?!” Johnny barked back.

“What were you thinkin’, comin’ here on that fuckin’ bike! Haven’t you done enough?!” The woman kept shouting and Johnny only grimaced in response. 

He was now on one knee, hands still up. Against his better judgment, he looked her right in the eye, but quickly realised talking his way out of this one would prove to be tricky. 

“Look, alright, I don’t know what you’re so upset about, ‘cause—”

“My brother!” She shrieked. 

“Eddie?”

“Yes, Eddie! He died because of you!”

“Now, wait a damn minute…” 

“You! You and that fuckin’ gang of good-for-nuthin’ thugs on those fuckin’ machines!”

Johnny winced and looked at that shotgun again, trying to figure out his next move.

“Right.” He looked up at the woman, squinting from the sun and all that dust. Her dark horse, now grazing nearby, snorted like it was insulting Johnny personally. Not particularly fond of farm animals, Johnny wouldn’t put it past it.

“So you’re the sister, huh?”

She snorted not unlike the horse and finally put the safety on that shotgun. Johnny felt himself exhale.

“How observant,” she mocked, but then she extended her hand to help him up and Johnny took it. His knee immediately let him know how old he was.

“Get out of here. I don’t want you here.” She shoved him a little then and Johnny couldn’t help but be thoroughly shocked. 

Not that it did anything, she was not very strong, but in all his life Johnny had never been challenged by a woman. 

“Look…”

“No, mister, I ain’t lookin’ at nothin’, alright?” She shook her head and pointed that shotgun at the front gate. “Get outta here. We got nuthin’ to say to each other.”

“Alright. Alright. I’m goin’, see?” Johnny raised his hands again for no other reason but to show her she was in charge. He prided himself with never raising a hand at a woman, so he wasn’t about to start now. Not at a grieving one, either.

Even if she was insane.

She watched him turn his back to her and started to walk behind him like a very small guard dog that made up for its size with anger.

“Your parents let you walk around like that?” Johnny asked and dared a smirk since she couldn’t see his face anymore.

They walked a couple steps more along the path before she replied:

“Like what?”

“With that fuckin’ shotgun and all. It’s illegal, ya know? Might try to watch who you pointin’ that at.”

“What, you a cop now, mister?”

Johnny laughed at that and shook his head.

“And what'd you mean by that anyway? I’m supposed to wear frilly skirts on a farm?” she scoffed. “You try wearing a skirt on that ugly bike of yours, we’ll see how far it’ll take you.”

Johnny immediately took offence, since he had just renovated the red paint on it.

“What?” She grinned, watching him pull faces. “I’m supposed to just listen to you ‘cause you’re the boss or somethin’?”

“Yeah, or somethin’,” Johnny sighed, thoroughly regretting his decision to come there in the first place.

“I fuckin’ hate bikes. They’re all ugly.”

“Get outta here.” He waved his hand, letting her know she didn’t have a clue. None.

“Eddie told me all about you, Johnny Davis.”

“Yeah? And what’s that he told ya then?”

She paused and since they reached the gate anyway, Johnny figured what the dead brother had to say didn’t really matter.

“Yeah, you got us all wrong there.” Johnny turned around to look her in the eye. “You got nuthin’ to worry about from us, alright? We are sorry for Eddie. He was a good kid, alright, he… He really was.”

The sister looked at him all inquisitive like, but she didn’t put the shotgun away. It seemed to Johnny he got all compliant for nothing.

“Yeah, right,” she said, though without all that venom now. “I heard you burned down a bar only ‘cause they got in a fight with one of you.”

“That…” Johnny paused, looking for the right words. “That ain’t exactly how it happened.”

“But it did happen?” 

They looked at each other for the longest time, before Johnny finally gave her the smallest of nods.

“So,” she smirked, satisfied. “Let me tell you now so that you don’t get any ideas of comin’ here and botherin’ my folks. It’s the bike I’m thinkin’ you’re after and I can tell you now, we will sell it all, but not to you. I will sell it for parts and there’s nuthin’—”

“One thousand.”

“What?”

“One thousand, cash. I’ll bring it tomorrow.”

She sputtered, visibly shocked. That suited Johnny just fine.

“You ain’t serious, mister.”

“I am serious, yeah.”

“You’re out of your mind!”

“I am,” he smirked, still a bit amused with her against his will.

When she didn’t answer, Johnny got back on his bike.

“One thousand,” he said again, but this time she turned her back to him in response.

Johnny watched her walk away, then took one last look at that farm; all those apple trees growing in orderly rows like soldiers, the reddish barn that hadn’t seen a lick of paint in years, and that angry woman full of fire inside her, apparently responsible for all of it not going to hell.

They got that in common, Johnny thought, as he rode away.

Johnny came back the next day, one thousand cash in his jacket pocket and a knife in his boot. Not that his plan was to knife the lady necessarily, but last time he came unprepared and he didn’t like it.

She didn’t pull out a shotgun on him again, but there was a knife in her hand and that Johnny liked even less. She was peeling apples; a big basket of them by her side and a bucket of cold water next to it. All that red hair was gathered in a braid so messy it barely held it together. Johnny was reminded of that time Betty went out of town to visit her folks and he got left alone with the girls. Suffice to say, Betty never made that mistake again.

“Thought you wouldn’t show,” the crazy sister greeted Johnny and the apple she peeled landed in the bucket of water with a splash.

“I said I’d come, so…” Johnny said, all in all not too sure how to start the money talk. Men were easy to start that conversation with, at least in his experience. You flash the cash, the deal was struck. Never in his life had he negotiated a deal stranger than this one.

“And what’s that?” She pointed with the knife to the can he was holding. 

Johnny felt then that the string of fate which brought him to the goddamn apple farm was not a string at all, but an electric wire.

“Paint,” he replied and placed it at her feet. 

She raised an eyebrow.

“What, you gonna throw it at me if I don’t sell the bike?”

“The fuck you talkin’ about, girl?” Horrified by the idea, Johnny didn’t even notice it was sarcasm.

She got up then and crouched by the can, then popped it open with the knife. 

“Red.” She looked up at him and for the first time actually smiled.

“Yeah, ‘cause…” Johnny pointed to the barn awkwardly, then shook his head. “Nah, forget it.”

“No!” She popped the lid back on before he could reach for it and nearly got his fingers. Unsure if he did good or not, Johnny decided to keep his hands to himself.

“I know the place is falling apart, alright? I just… Didn’t get the time.” She looked at the barn then finally got up. “Hey, thanks for that, mister. I’ll uh…”

“Johnny.”

“What?”

“Just Johnny. I ain’t no ‘mister’, yeah, you don’t gotta call me that.”

“Sure.” She winked at him then and Johnny didn’t know what to do with that.

“Wanna see the bike?”

She took Johnny to the barn and as soon as he saw the state of that bike he knew he had made a mistake.

“One thousand you said?” the snarky creature dared to ask and she thoroughly enjoyed rubbing it in.

The bike was crushed, there was no doubt about it. There was no moving it from there either. Johnny crouched down to take a look, but it needed no expert to see the huge chunk of the exhaust missing, along with the back wheel. There was a dent on the side of it the size of a boulder, but as far as Johnny could see, the engine was still somehow intact. 

“Here.” He extended the money to her as he got up and she looked at it like she expected it to bite her.

“What?” Johnny asked. “A deal’s a deal.”

Finally, she relented.

“I can drive it back to town for ya,” she said then and pointed to the red pickup at the far back of the barn.

“Nah, it’s…” Johnny shook his head before he could think it through.

“What?” she scoffed. “You gonna walk it?”

“Can you drive?”

“Who do you think picked Eddie up from the bar when he got too drunk to stand?”

Johnny took one more look at the dented space where the back wheel of the bike was supposed to be and he relented.

On principle, though, he rode his bike alongside her pickup. They even started a race as they passed the Salt Creek, because why the hell not. She stood no chance, the pickup was too heavy, but Johnny was impressed that she even tried.

She parked outside his house and Johnny left his bike on the lawn. As if summoned by magic, Betty’s face appeared in the kitchen window. She took one pointed look at the lawn and Johnny knew he would hear about it later.

“I’ll, uh, fix it up a bit. Needs work but it’s a good one,” he said as he put the gloves back on to unload the broken bike from the pickup. He still couldn’t tell if the sister gave a shit about it at all.

“Yeah, well. It’s yours. You can blow it up if you like. You bought it.”

She tried to hide her face from him and Johnny decided to let it be. As she drove away, he found himself watching until that damn banged up red pickup disappeared around the corner. Seeing Betty’s face in the kitchen window again, Johnny knew he was cutting it close.

Some time passed, not like Johnny was counting days or anything, but every time he caught a glimpse of red hair at the corner store or anywhere else around town, he felt like a lunatic. One time one of the guys came to the bar with a redhead and Johnny nearly threw him out for no reason other than apparently having lost his mind.

“You fight too much, Johnny,” Brucie said to him then, half-amused. “Got hit on the ol’ noggin’ one too many times.”

“Shut up, Brucie.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

But then she did come to the bar one night, the real her, and Johnny couldn’t believe his very eyes. Granted, neither could any of the Vandals.

It was one of the quieter nights, even with the occasional shouting and rock music. Johnny nursed his drink in the corner and just as he poured himself another one, he heard it—horseshoes rhythmically hitting the pavement, coming closer and closer. 

Johnny pushed the bottle away and lit a cigarette instead. He must have had enough and was just hearing things, but then the bar door swung open and someone wolf-whistled. Johnny turned around just in time to see Eddie’s sister standing there, jeans and cowboy boots and all. She looked around and that’s when Corky decided to try his luck.

Johnny watched them like a hawk and he couldn’t tell what exactly was being said, but sure enough, in one practiced swing Corky got punched in the throat. 

“Fuck me,” Johnny muttered to himself as he got up and made his way towards what could turn into a rightful mess.

The rest of the guys still couldn’t tell whether they were pissed off or turned on, and apparently neither could Corky, choking on the floor and gasping for air.

“What the fuck?” Johnny hissed and grabbed the crazy redhead by the shoulder.

He didn’t want to read too much into it, but he could swear she looked relieved to see him.

“Got bored of painting my damn barn, didn’t I?” She started to talk like it was rapid fire or something. “Needed myself a drink, heard you got a bar or… somethin’. Fuck, your friends are grabby, though.” 

The cheeky thing. Johnny didn’t even know what to say to that. He looked around and noticed the guys giving them an odd sort of look. It pissed him off for reasons he couldn’t really name.

“There,” Johnny somehow manoeuvred the crazy girl out of everybody’s grasp and they sat together at his table.

“So,” he muttered as he finally found two damn seconds of peace to light a cigarette. “Whaddya want?”

“That’s how this works or somethin’? I gotta come to you with somethin’ I want?”

Johnny tried his best not to smile.

“Yeah, people usually do.”

“Can’t I just want to buy you a drink?”

“In my own bar?”

She rolled her eyes at him, actually rolled her eyes at him, then helped herself to his bottle and poured them both a drink.

“How’s the bike?” she asked, trying to sound all casual.

Johnny sat there motionless for a good moment, smoking and sizing her up. She had some type of a deal, he was sure of it. Everyone did and everyone wanted something. He just couldn’t really tell what it was she wanted. Yet.

“It’s alright, yeah.” 

“You think it will run again?”

“Oh, she’ll run.”

“So it’s a she, is it?”

This time it was her suppressing a smile and Johnny felt easier about it all.

“‘Course it’s a she, what are you talkin’ about?” He finally felt well enough to have that drink and she followed suit.

Then they drank some more and things got more relaxed. And significantly more blurry.

“You know, when Eddie and I were little, he used to never shut up about motorcycles. There was that movie… With Dirk Bogarde. Yeah, you know the one.” She grinned at him, no doubt seeing that spark of fondness in his face that he was unable to suppress. 

“Anyway, he must’ve dragged me like five times to see that movie. In the end I got so sick of it, but I still let him quote the lines at me. Eddie loved all that life, man, and these damn bikes…” 

Johnny let her be wistful about it. She looked like she needed it. There was an urge there to reassure her that Eddie would be missed, because that was the truth, but then Johnny felt her foot sliding up his leg and his brain short-circuited. 

His eyes snapped to hers and that lazy smile she gave him made this whole thing even worse. For a moment he doubted this was even real, but there it was, her foot still intertwined somewhere between his calves, and his brain and dick no longer connected.

“I’m married,” he said there, more to remind himself than to actually break the tension.

But she straightened up in her chair immediately and that was that. Her cheeks grew even redder than the tequila had made them and Johnny sighed a long sigh.

“Sorry,” she murmured and finished the rest of her drink. 

“Nah. Don’t be.”

She looked up again and this time it was all look, don’t touch. But still, Johnny felt like it was more. Or maybe he just really wanted it to be.

“Now listen, I’m… What, a good twenty years older than you—”

“Oh, shut up, old man.”

She poured them another drink and leaned forward on the table. Suddenly, her leg was back between his legs and neither of them could so much as breathe. Johnny held her gaze just in case; she reminded him of all them mountain lions his grandfather was so fond of hunting. Difficult to hunt in the first place, silent and deadly. But in the dark… Yeah, they were at their finest. They crept up on you all softly—you blinked and you died.

Truth be told, Johnny very much wouldn’t give two fucks if he did die then and there. But it was a dangerous thing, the old wolf of the pack actually being called old.

“I ain’t that young, by the way,” she said. “But I bet it’s the fumes for ya. They’re bad for your skin or somethin’.”

Johnny scoffed and downed his drink. She did the same and the lines got even blurrier.

When he came to the next morning, he was still in his chair, leaning against the wall, with the unmistakable taste of last night’s cigarettes in his mouth and the heaviness of too much tequila in his temples.

Something stirred in the corner of his eye then and then Brucie spoke:

“John.”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna tell me why there’s a horse in your bar?”

Johnny winced and forced himself to look. Every fibre of his being that was still even able to move groaned in protest.

“Well,” he muttered and rubbed his eyes, but there was indeed a horse—standing by the liquor cabinet, tail twitching nervously and all.

“I don’t know, Brucie, why don’t you go ask it, yeah?” Johnny rasped and then reached for his lighter, but his pack of Marlboros was empty as a tomb. Something stirred again in the corner and Johnny figured it was Brucie finally working up his courage to approach the horse.

“You think it wants a drink?”

Johnny opened his eyes again, suddenly alert. Sometimes he couldn’t tell if Brucie was kidding or not.

“Don’t feed the goddamn horse any liquor, Bruce, fuck’s sake. She’ll kill me.”

“You think it’s a she?”

“I don’t know if it is, yeah, but the horse has an owner and she’s very unstable, alright, let’s just leave it at that.”

“Oh… Your pretty little thing. Gotcha. Yeah, she’s out cold in the back.”

Johnny looked at him, even more annoyed now.

“My what?”

Brucie hesitated before speaking again and finally he pushed a bowl of water towards the horse. With loud, violent slurps, it started to drink.

“She’s sleepin’, Johnny, relax.”

Once again, Johnny felt like he absolutely, categorically wouldn’t relax anytime soon and so he stood up and only then did Brucie finally start making sense:

“Now listen, John, I didn’t let nobody near her, right, but the way you two been polishin’ that tequila bottle was somethin’ else, so… Yeah, she’s out cold.”

Johnny just shook his head and decided any explanation on his part would only make things worse. 

“Fuck, I need to get home,” Johnny rasped, but he went to the back instead. 

And there she was, fuck him sideways, sleeping on a bench and covered with something that looked suspiciously like Johnny’s Vandal jacket. She didn’t even move when he poked her shoulder and so he shook her as gently as he could.

“What?” She almost shot up when she finally woke and Johnny got a little alarmed by how panicked she looked.

“Yeah, you’re alright there, you’re okay,” he said in what he hoped was a comforting tone. “You just had too much to drink, but you’re okay.”

“I seem to remember someone drinking with me,” she snapped and sat up to put her shoes back on. “Fuck, my head…”

Johnny cleared his throat and decided not to comment. His own head was not faring any better.

“Did I say anything stupid last night?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah. Lots,” Johnny lied, smirking a bit.

She sized him up, full of suspicion.

“You don’t remember either, do ya?”

“Nope.”

Johnny helped her up and tried to ignore how much he liked seeing her in that jacket. Betty wouldn’t ever wear a Vandal jacket, but then again, he never asked her to do it either.

“My horse?”

“Having a drink with Brucie, don’t worry about him, he’s fine.”

She didn’t find that too amusing.

“Hey, Sleepin’ Beauty!” Brucie hollered at her as soon as they emerged from the backroom. Johnny winced at the noise.

She laughed as she saw her horse by the bar, but at least had the decency to look apologetic about it all.

“Your idea to bring him inside, was it?” Johnny asked, but unlike Brucie, he didn’t dare to come closer. 

Brucie, though, that guy had no fear. He was patting the horse on the neck and whispering something to him. Johnny had never seen him affectionate like that.

“There… might have been a discussion last night, how he’d be cold outside, John.”

“That so?”

“It was your idea, actually,” Eddie’s sister interjected, then poured herself whatever was left from the coffee pot.

Johnny felt personally offended by the notion.

“Fuck no, it wasn’t.” 

“I say it was and we can’t ask the horse, so…”

“Look, can I just…” Johnny rubbed his face and tried very hard to remain cool. But at the very last moment he changed his mind and what he finally said was:

“Can I get that horse outta my bar now?”

The cheeky little thing had the audacity to grin about it and then marched through the bar, grabbed her horse by the reins and carefully led it outside. Johnny caught Brucie’s amused look and didn’t even have to ask what all of that was about. 

She still had his jacket on. Johnny kicked himself for it, but wouldn’t ask for it back.

Not that long after, the rumours around town were in full swing. One evening Gail and Kathy let him know exactly what they thought about his old ass trading someone like Betty for a younger model and how apparently perverted he was. Johnny let them talk, mostly since there was nothing he could have said that would make them believe he was not having an affair. 

Then again, maybe he was. Who the fuck knew at this point. Betty believed him when they had that discussion, at least for a time, but finally something in her snapped, too. She took the girls to her folks and hadn’t come back since. Not that Johnny expected she would.

What cemented the rumours was Eddie’s sister coming over one night, entirely out of the blue. Johnny was in the driveway, still working on Eddie’s banged up bike. As soon as he saw that red pickup park straight in front of his house, something stirred in him. But then, he was damn sure all the neighbors saw it park there too, so the time for denial was over. 

“Am I interrupting?” 

She approached him with a six pack of beers, flaunting her figure in those dark blue Levi’s. She could interrupt him all she wanted.

“Nah.” He got up and took the beers from her. Then she leaned in closer and for a good moment Johnny didn’t know what to do with himself.

But all she did was take his handkerchief from the back pocket of his jeans and she wiped the motor oil stain from his cheek. He got a whiff of that pink Lux soap and then, entirely on instinct, he held her closer with his free hand. She looked up and it was like her eyes said, “Finally.” Johnny knew then that he wouldn’t let go of her anytime soon.

They kissed out in the open and with a full air of social disapproval. Johnny couldn’t give two shits about anyone’s approval, though, and knew she didn’t either. Although… Fucking in that creaky bed he had shared with another woman would have been bizarre, but fortunately they didn’t even make it to the bed. 

She let Johnny push her against the wall and he nearly tore those Levi’s off of her. Kissing her left him dazed, but then she started to bite his neck and that turned him feral instead. It felt alien, being so wanted, and how fucking sad was that. 

But she did want him and they fucked twice. The second time on the sofa, with her on top. Johnny couldn’t get enough of the sight of her.

They shared that six pack in the tub. She was sitting between his legs and it felt like she just belonged there. They didn’t even talk about anything in particular, but the water was warm and she was snuggled up against him like she actually wanted to be there. 

“Where’s that one from?” she asked about yet another tattoo and Johnny looked down to see better which one caught her attention.

“Marines.”

It was an unfinished head of a rottweiler on his thigh. He got half of it, then a dishonorable discharge for his trouble. Never quite got around to fixing it and now it was half-done on purpose.

“You like to swim, huh?”

“Not so much.”

“But you don’t mind the water now, do ya?”

“Nah,” He grunted and gave her the rest of the beer. “It’s like I’m livin’ again, girl.”

“Good. We’re gonna live some, you and I.”

Johnny felt her chuckle against his chest and he just held her tighter. And even if this wasn’t heaven, then the feeling was pretty damn close.

[a-jew-of-the-seven-kingdoms]

no offense but what the fuck is this person talking about? literally every news source covered south africa’s charges and the hearing. i24, israel’s equivalent of fox news, covered it. this person is just pushing a “(((zionists))) control the media” conspiracy and 26k people and counting have fallen for it.

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The Israel Defense Force has announced that “Staff Sergeant Ido Samiach, aged 20, from Ganei Tikva, a Squad Sergeant in the Reconnaissance Battalion of the Nahal Brigade, fell during combat in the northern Gaza Strip.” According to I24 News, this is the third soldier lost by the Nahal Brigade in less than a day. 

May his memory be a blessing.

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Liri Elbag : "Je suis entrée en mode survie. Nous avons dit aux terroristes 'oui, emmenez-nous à Gaza'"

Liri Elbag, récemment libérée de la captivité du Hamas, révèle dans une interview bouleversante les instants de terreur qu’elle a vécus le 7 octobre. Elle décrit la peur existentielle qui l’a envahie lorsque les terroristes ont pris d’assaut le poste militaire de Nahal Oz, et la sensation d’avoir été à deux doigts de la mort. Liri raconte la vie sous l’emprise du Hamas comme “un long cauchemar”.…

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TBHK I24 WHERE DO I READ

[eretzyisrael]

by Ben Cohen

The French Catholic priest who developed an international reputation for his pioneering research into the Nazi “Holocaust by bullets” in Ukraine has spoken out forcefully against the antisemitic attitudes coloring criticism of Israel’s war against Hamas in Gaza.

“I always say: if there were no Jews in Israel, few people would look out for the Palestinians,” Father Patrick Desbois told the French language service of Israeli broadcaster i24 on Tuesday.

Desbois has dedicated his life to researching the Holocaust, fighting antisemitism, and furthering relations between Catholics and Jews. In 2004 he helped found Yahad-In Unum, a project whose mission is to investigate the mass executions of Jews and Roma in Ukraine and Belarus between 1941 and 1944. In the process, Desbois and his team located the graves of more than 1 million Jews throughout Eastern Europe and interviewed scores of witnesses.

Desbois was particularly irked by repeated claims on social media over the Christmas holiday that Jesus himself would be persecuted by Israel were he still alive.

“If he had lived in 1942, Jesus would have been deported to Auschwitz, and if he had been born today, he would be the target of missiles or be a hostage in Gaza,” Desbois remarked, referring to the seizure of more than 200 people during the Oct. 7 pogrom carried out by Hamas terrorists in southern Israel.

Desbois insisted that the motive behind such messages was political, not religious.

“What we see in Bethlehem today, this need to affirm that Jesus was not Jewish, is political,” he argued. “Hamas has always officially supported Christians, but not in Gaza.”

He added that the “Islamists are always with us, except when we are at home; at home, we try to survive.”

Desbois also voiced concern about the alleged participation of Hamas terrorists in the oppression of Iraq’s Yazidi minority in 2014 at the hands of ISIS.

“I do not forget, either, and we never talk about it, that the Palestinians in Gaza, who were not locked in cages as we believe, were circulating a lot, and a number participated in the genocide of the Yazidi minority in Iraq in 2014 alongside the jihadists,” said Desbois, whose efforts have encompassed advocacy on their behalf. “Others also participated in the Yazidi slave trade.”

In an extensive interview with The Algemeiner in 2018, Desbois articulated his view that the fundamental goal of antisemitism has not changed since the Nazi era.

“The Nazis wanted to eliminate every last Jew, even the babies and the old people,” he said. Now, he continued, “they say to the Jews, ‘get out of France,’ ‘get out of Germany,’ ‘get out of Britain,’ ‘get out of Palestine.’ And at the end, who will stay?”

[workersolidarity]

[ 📹 A massive explosion rocks the Nuseirat Refugee Camp, in the central Gaza Strip today, after the Israeli occupation army bombed a residential home in the camp. Bombing such as the one above target residential homes and buildings multiple times a day in nearly every major population center in the Gaza Strip for the last 9 consecutive months. 📈 The current death toll from the Zionist genocide in Gaza now exceeds 38'848 Palestinians killed, while another 89'459 others have been wounded since Oct. 7th. ]

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GAZA GENOCIDE DAY 286: ISRAELI KNESSET PASSES RESOLUTION REJECTING THE ESTABLISHMENT OF PALESTINIAN STATE, ISRAELI DEFENSE MINISTER GALLANT ACCUSES PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICE OF IGNORING PLAN TO HELP SICK GAZAN CHILDREN, BODY OF AL-QASSAM LEADER MOHAMMED DEIF STILL UNFOUND AFTER AL-MAWASI MASSACRE, SLAUGHTER CONTINUES IN GAZA

On 286th day of the Israeli occupation's ongoing special genocide operation in the Gaza Strip, the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) committed a total of 3 new massacres of Palestinian families, resulting in the deaths of no less than 54 Palestinian civilians, mostly women and children, while another 95 others were wounded over the previous 24-hours.

It should be noted that as a result of the constant Israeli bombardment of Gaza's healthcare system, infrastructure, residential and commercial buildings, local paramedic and civil defense crews are unable to recover countless hundreds, even thousands of victims who remain trapped under the rubble, or whose bodies remain strewn across the streets of Gaza.

This leaves the official death toll vastly undercounted as Gaza's healthcare officials are unable to accurately tally those killed and maimed in this genocide, which must be kept in mind when considering the scale of the mass murder.

The Israeli Knesset has voted overwhelmingly to pass a resolution rejecting the establishment of a Palestinian state on Wednesday, claiming that a Palestinian state established within the borders of the Israeli entity would constitute an "existential threat" to "Israel" and its citizens.

According to reporting from the Palestinian Information Center, the resolution received support from 68 Knesset members, including the party of Benny Gantz, the National Unity Party. Knesset members from Arab Parties opposed the resolution, while members of the Labor Party abstained from voting entirely.

The resolution states that the establishment of a Palestinian state would exacerbate the conflict between the Zionist population and Palestinians, and would constitute a threat to the Israeli occupation. The resolution even goes so far as to call the creation of a Palestinian state a "reward" for the "terrorism" of October 7th.

International law recognizes a population as justified in resisting occupation in various ways, including the right to armed resistance, which is seen as a legitimate right for the occupied population, and is not considered terrorism.

Previously in May, the United Nations General Assembly adopted a resolution calling for Palestinian statehood by a vote of 143 nations in favor, 9 against, while 25 nations abstained from voting.

Meanwhile, in other news on Thursday, Hebrew channel i24 News said in a report that the body of the leader of Hamas's Al-Qassam Brigades, Mohammed Deif, who was targeted in an airstrike that struck a UN-run school in the village of Al-Mawasi, northeast of Khan Yunis, in the southern Gaza Strip, was moved into the tunnel system under the Gaza Strip.

According reporting, the body of Mohammed Deif was not found in the Nasser medical complex in Khan Yunis, nor in the UNRWA school complex, and it is believed his body might have been moved below-ground into the tunnel systems under the Gaza Strip.

The reporting states that previously, a similar situation developed last March when the Israeli occupation forces assassinated Marwan Issa who was quickly transported by the resistance movement into the Resistance's tunnel networks after being killed.

The occupation army and the Israeli security apparatus continues to scrutinize the latest massacre, attempting to determine whether the assassination of Deif was successful or not.

According to the Israeli occupation forces, Deif was the target of an assassination in an airstrike that targeted a UNRWA school housing displaced Palestinian families in the village of Al-Mawasi, northeast of Khan Yunis. At least 90 Palestinians were killed in the bombing, while hundreds of others were wounded in the strike, which took place in an area the occupation army had previously declared a humanitarian "safe zone".

In more news on Thursday, a public fight has broken out between the Israeli occupation's Defense Minister, Yoav Gallant, and Prime Minister Netanyahu's office over a proposal to allow the most severely sick and wounded children from Gaza travel for treatment abroad by passing through the Israeli-occupied Palestinian territories.

A statement issued by Gallant's office on Thursday stated that Netanyahu had previously accepted the Defense Minister's proposal allowing some of Gaza's most severely sick and wounded children to travel abroad through "Israel".

Gallant says he then sought a directive on the issue from the Prime Minister's office and the National Security Council to all the relevant agencies for cooperation on the plan.

“Despite the clear directive from the prime minister to enact the defense minister’s proposal,” Gallant's office is quoted as saying, adding that “a discussion on the topic was canceled and the NSC’s instruction was not sent.”

Gallant's office says that, due to the pressing need for a decision on the issue, the Defense Minister announced the establishment of an Israeli field hospital for Gazan children.

“Only after the defense minister’s directive to establish a field hospital did the NSC remember to respond to his request and adopt his proposal to transfer the complicated patients from Gaza to a third country via Israel,” Gallant said of the request.

Earlier on Thursday, Netanyahu said he had sent a message to Gallant stating that his office will not be approving the establishment of a field hospital to treat the sick and wounded children.

Gallant says the directive is needed because of the extended closure of the Rafah border crossings into Egypt, which has remained closed since May after the Israeli occupation forces took control over the Palestinian side of the land crossings, along with the rest of the Philadelphi corridor. The corridor runs along the border fence south of Rafah from the Mediterranean coast to the southeastern corner of the border between Gaza and Israeli-occupied territories.

In other news today, the International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) said in a statement on Thursday that all healthcare facilities in the southern Gaza Strip have now reached the point of collapse as a result of the continued bombing and shelling by the Israeli occupation forces.

According to the head of the ICRC's delegation to Gaza, William Schomburg, the large number of victims resulting from the occupation's shelling has led to the ICRC's hospital, as well as all healthcare facilities in southern Gaza, to reach the point of collapse, and are no longer able to properly treat victims suffering from life-threatening injuries.

The organization went on to state that its field hospital in Rafah, in the southern Gaza Strip, holds just 60 beds, before pointed out that the Israeli occupation's bombing of the Al-Mawasi area last Saturday resulted in the arrival of 26 wounded civilians to the ICRC field hospital, including young children who had been wounded by flying shrapnel.

The organization continued by stressing that further Israeli aggression causing large numbers of casualties could force their doctors and nurses to make extraordinarily difficult choices, further explaining that the current medical needs of incoming patients far outweighs the hospital's limited capabilities, adding that various hospitals have been forced to close several times.

The organization confirmed that the majority of its patients have been displaced from their homes several times, and continue to subsist on limited quantities of food and drinking water in crowded areas, making patients more vulnerable to disease. The ICRC also noted that it's teams have provided more than 12'000 medical consultations and more than 500 surgeries since the facility opened in May.

Meanwhile, the Israeli occupation's genocide of Palestinians continued for yet another day, leaving dozens of civilians dead or wounded, and further destroying what little housing and infrastructure remains in the enclave.

In one of the latest tragedies, the Israeli occupation army launched an airstrike targeting a residential home belonging to the Al-Ramli family, located in the vicinity of Palestine Square in central Gaza City, resulting in the deaths of two girls and five others, while a number of others were wounded in the attack.

Similarly, occupation warplanes bombed a residential apartment in Al-Ittihad Tower in Al-Nuseirat, in the central Gaza Strip. After the bombing, medical sources with Al-Awda Hospital reported receiving four children who were wounded in the strike.

Additionally, an Israeli bombing targeting a residential apartment belonging to the Abu Rakab family in the town of Al-Zawaida, in the Central Gaza Governate, killed 5 civilians and wounded several others, while later reports say that 6 were killed in the strike.

The war crimes of the occupation continued when Zionist forces bombed the Abdullah Azzam Mosque in the Nuseirat Camp, in central Gaza, killing one citizen and wounding 15 others.

Occupation artillery shelling also targeted several areas of Khan Yunis, in Gaza's south, while Zionist armored vehicles opened fire on eastern neighborhoods in northern Gaza.

Meanwhile, Israeli occupation forces shelled the city of Deir al-Balah, as well as the Bureij Refugee Camp, both in central Gaza, resulting in the deaths of 5 civilians and wounding a number of others.

An occupation airstrike also targeted a civilian vehicle in Deir al-Balah, killing 3 Palestinians and wounding several others.

In further atrocities, Israeli occupation forces bombed a residential house belonging to the Tahrawi family in the Bureij Camp, in the central Gaza Strip, killing two civilians and wounding a number of others who were transferred to Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital in Deir al-Balah.

Occupation fighter jets also bombarded agricultural lands using two missiles north of Deir al-Balah.

Later on Thursday, occupation aircraft targeted the Al-Falah School in the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood, southeast of Gaza City, killing two Palestinian civilians and wounding 5 others.

As a result of the Israeli occupation's ongoing special genocide operation in the Gaza Strip, the current death toll now exceeds 38'848 Palestinians killed, while another 89'459 others have been wounded since the start of the current round of Zionist aggression, beginning with the events of October 7th, 2023.

This brings the total number of casualties to 128'307, or the equivalent of 5.57% of Gaza's 2.3 million Palestinian residents.

July 18th, 2024.

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[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

incent Sumpter, a 22-year-old accused of stabbing a Jewish man over the weekend, was indicted, according to reports on Monday.

At around 2:00 am on Saturday morning, Sumpter allegedly approached a group of Jewish people on Kingston Avenue in Brooklyn, New York. Footage showed an assailant stabbing of 30-year-old Yechiel Michael Dabrowskin before chasing the group and then turning to flee.

Sumpter was reportedly charged with eight felonies including assault as a hate crime for the incident.

The victim was taken to the hospital for treatment. Rabbi Yaakov Berman, the Chabad spokesman for the community, said that Sumpter asked the group during the altercation, “Do you want to die?” and shouted, “Free Palestine!”

“This is an extremely serious incident,” Berman posted on X/Twitter. “The victim could have been killed. This act of hateful violence highlights the dangerous impact of antisemitic incitement and hate propagated by some local politicians and leaders in New York and across the United States.”

Dabrowskin is Israeli and came to Crown Heights, the site of the attack, to study in a yeshiva there. The stabbing took place near the Chabad Hasidic movement’s headquarters.

The incident came amid heightened tensions in the US, with a sharp increase in hate crimes against Jews being recorded amid the Israel-Hamas war.

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[mirshroom]

✨ANYC catalog✨Will be tabling with @/xenvitaVT at table i24! Can't wait to meet everyone again and inhale yummy food 🙏