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  • I quit redon’t before any of you did. I am the toxic avenger, most can’t handle my steez. I walk out the house blam banned. I say what I mean and mean what I say… most can’t handle mmmmmkay. I avoid conversations about the weather go right into the meat and potatoes. I use all the dirty words. I like wild and free just no n@ked pics of kids. Or crimes like grape. I don’t shy away from bearing wittiness to war crimes and talking about how that makes me feel. I also don’t cry about it either. I like to rub others faces in it. Most wouldn’t have silly opinions if they saw how the sausage is made. Now I have to worry about cussing. I sense a change all across the fedi… like a take over. This platform I think has been taken over and is now neutered and useless. Lets see if I hurt the mods fee fees








  • His feelings are understandable… That is also what the zionist aka Israeli populations says about Gazans. He just pulled the zionist uno-reverse card. just give it time… you might feel the same way eventualy. We are not good people by choice but by position. We are all capable of great evil especially when things spiral out of control. In high school I was in advanced placement world studies… whatever that is and we were learning about ww2. I thought to myself there is no difference between Germany and The USA… I could see us doing the same thing… clearly I did not understand slavery as I do now. Also I sat next to a muslim girl and we chatted often. She was very religious and unfortunatly I was too… but not like the hateful type of religious… just young naive dumb teenager religious. We got into a conversation about the end of the world and she told me that me and her would be on the opposite sides fighting each other. I told her I would never lay a hand on her. She smiled. anywho… I just want some trains and healthcare but we are not a free people and the state will give you choices. Most will line up to kill. Israel is full of fascist and so is the usa… fascist come in all shapes and sizes. Some don’t know they are fascist. Fascist are the useful idiots of empire. Fascism is capitalism in crisis and imperialism is its highest form. Capitalism is global… The sky is a prision. This world is ready to explode. Again… It is just cycles led by the wealthy. Always turning good things into bad things. No human progress. I am at peace with that though as justice is always served. Thank Gawd all men die. We play our games, never learn and gone in a blink of an eye.

    Preemptive war, whether in Iraq or Ukraine, is a war crime. It does not matter if the war is launched on the basis of lies and fabrications, as was the case in Iraq, or because of the breaking of a series of agreements with Russia, including the promise by Washington not to extend NATO beyond the borders of a unified Germany, not to deploy thousands of NATO troops in Central and Eastern Europe, and not to meddle in the internal affairs of nations on Russia’s border, as well as the refusal to implement the Minsk peace agreement. The invasion of Ukraine would, I expect, never have happened if these promises had been kept. Russia has every right to feel threatened, betrayed, and angry. But to understand is not to condone. The invasion of Ukraine, under post-Nuremberg laws, is a criminal war of aggression. I know the instrument of war. War is not politics by other means. It is demonic. I spent two decades as a war correspondent in Central America, the Middle East, Africa, and the Balkans, where I covered the wars in Bosnia and Kosovo. I carry within me the ghosts of dozens of those swallowed up in the violence, including my close friend, Reuters correspondent Kurt Schork, who was killed in an ambush in Sierra Leone with another friend, Miguel Gil Moreno de Mora. I know the chaos and disorientation of war, the constant uncertainty and confusion. In a firefight you are only aware of what is happening a few feet around you. You desperately, and not always successfully, struggle to figure out where the firing is coming from to avoid being hit. I have felt the helplessness and paralyzing fear which, years later, descend on me like a freight train in the middle of the night, leaving me wrapped in coils of terror, my heart racing, my body dripping with sweat. I have heard the wails of those convulsed by grief as they clutch the bodies of friends and family, including children. I hear them still. It does not matter the language. Spanish. Arabic. Hebrew. Dinka. Serbo-Croatian. Albanian. Ukrainian. Russian. Death cuts through the linguistic barriers. I know what wounds look like. Legs blown off. Heads imploded into a bloody, pulpy mass. Gaping holes in stomachs. Pools of blood. Cries of the dying, sometimes for their mothers. And the smell. The smell of death. The supreme sacrifice made for Eies and maggots. I was beaten by Iraqi and Saudi secret police. I was taken prisoner by the Contras in Nicaragua, who radioed back to their base in Honduras to see if they should kill me, and again in Basra after the first Gulf War in Iraq, never knowing if I would be executed, under constant guard and often without food, drinking out of mud puddles. The primary lesson in war is that we as distinct individuals do not matter. We become numbers. Fodder. Objects. Life, once precious and sacred, becomes meaningless, sacrificed to the insatiable appetite of Mars. No one in wartime is exempt. “We were expendable,” Eugene Sledge wrote of his experiences as a Marine in the South Pacific in World War II. “It was difficult to accept. We come from a nation and a culture that values life and the individual. To find oneself in a situation where your life seems of little value is the ultimate in loneliness. It is a humbling experience.”2 Sledge recalls a young Marine officer who had “one ghoulish, obscene tendency” of urinating into the mouths of Japanese corpses.3 The landscape of war is hallucinogenic. Sledge calls it “the kaleidoscope of the unreal.”4 It defies comprehension. War, like the Holocaust, as Barbara Foley wrote, is “unknowable.” “Its full dimensions are inaccessible to the ideological framework that we have inherited from the liberal era.”5 You have no concept of time in a firefight. A few minutes. A few hours. War, in an instant, obliterates homes and communities, all that was once familiar, and leaves behind smoldering ruins and a trauma that you carry for the rest of your life. I have tasted enough of war, enough of my own fear, my body turned to jelly, to know that war is always evil, the purest expression of death, dressed up in patriotic cant about liberty and democracy and sold to the naïve as a ticket to glory, honor, and courage. It is a toxic and seductive elixir. Those who survive, as Kurt Vonnegut wrote, struggle afterwards to “reinvent themselves and their universe,” which, on some level, will never make sense again. Walt Whitman, who tended wounded soldiers in hospitals during the Civil War, wrote in a heading in his notebook: “The real war will never get in the books.” - Chris Hedges The Greatest Evil is War