TIME FOR AN ANGRY RANT!!! READ IF YOURE A FUCKING HUMAN WHO ISNT A PIECE OF FUCKING DOGSHIT!!!
what is happening in gaza is genuinely revolting. i am angry. we are angry. you need to be angry.
i am not in america but i’ve seen the APPALLING shit that’s been happening over there, probably not even all of it. i’ve seen the horrendous things the uk have been doing, things MY FUCKING COUNTRY have been doing. i am embarrassed to stand on the same land as some of these people.
you’re telling me that israel are more scared than the FUCKING CHILDREN? KIDS, BEING FUCKING BOMBED AND DYING OVER LAND??! I DONT GIVE A SHIT THAT IT WAS “GIFTED TO YOU BY GOD”, IT IS NOT YOURS TO TAKE! YOUR SO CALLED PROMISED LAND IS STAINED WITH THE BLOOD OF THE YOUTH. AND I HOPE THE DEEPEST PITS OF HELL SWALLOW THE INEPT FUCKS WHO AUTHORISED AIRSTRIKES ON CIVILIAN LAND. ON HOUSES. ON HOSPITALS. ON PEOPLE.
i saw a video earlier that really resonated with me, two statements especially.
“You are not listening. You should be disgusted. You should be furious. I am furious! That is my family! No, I’m not Palestinian. But those are human beings! We’re the same! I have more in common with these people than i do Elon Musk. I have more in common with these people than i do the priest at my church. These are human beings! And they’re dying, on my money, my tax dollars.”
“Because i see myself in those kids, because i see my sisters in those little girls, because i see my dad in those men, because i see my mother in the faces of those women.”
I SEE MYSELF IN THOSE KIDS.
I SEE MY FRIENDS IN THOSE TEENS.
I SEE MY SISTER IN THOSE LITTLE GIRLS.
I SEE MY BROTHER IN THOSE BOYS.
I SEE MY FATHER IN THOSE MEN.
I SEE MY MOTHER IN THOSE WOMEN.
THEY ARE DYING.
THEY ARE DYING,
AND NO ONE IS HEARING THE SCREAMS,
AND THE WAILS,
AND THE CRIES.
NOBODY BUT THEIR MOTHERS, THEIR FATHERS, THEIR SIBLINGS, THEIR KIDS.
because i’ve seen the photos of that little girl hanging off that fucking building, limbs blown off, bloody and broken. i’ve heard the sobs of that poor girl stuck in that car as they shot at her. and you sit there, in your heated house. miles away, with your lattes and your fridge full of food, and you complain. and you blame those children. you blame those mothers. you blame those fathers. how dare you. how many children will you need to kill until you fulfil whatever sick, twisted fantasy you’ve got. of a promised land, gifted to you by god. you’re killing children, because of the words of some book? some god? i said it before, and i said it again. your so called ‘promised land’ is stained with the blood of the innocent, and tainted with the wrath of the wicked.
IF YOU ARENT ANGRY, YOU ARENT LISTENING!!!!!
you aren’t hearing the prayers of these people, suffering and dying. using their last breath to beg whatever god they may believe in for mercy, forgiveness, simply for being born on the wrong side of a border. they pray to gods they probably don’t even believe in anymore, and can you blame them! can you blame them for questioning it? because what is a god when man controls the land, the seas, and the sky. and is he not just as cruel as man, for allowing that?
so for the sake of the palistinians, for the sake of the mothers, the fathers and the children, the grandparents, the uncles and aunties, the cousins and the babies, i hope that whatever higher power they trust enough to pray to every night, i hope that they are kinder than man. but i am not counting on it.
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I've been stitching some cicadas lately. This year is going to be a big one for the screaming bugs!
For those interested in making their own cross stitched cicadas, the patterns are available for sale here and here! (Please note: my software skills mean that I had to freehand the AAAAAs rather than place them in the pattern itself, so those are not included in the patterns. This does mean that you can make these little guys uniquely your own and add any sort of scream that you'd like, though!)
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