#violence

mlansbury@despora.de

'Chilling preview': Ex-FBI official warns MAGA threats against judges are just the start

The Colorado Supreme Court justices who ruled to bump former President Donald Trump from the ballot have already been inundated with violent threats that include the warning “this ends when we kill these f---ers,” and that could spell trouble for the entire nation, a former FBI official warns.

He fears ramping up court security and pursuing legal action against the those issuing threats, "might mean the difference between securing our future as a country of laws and letting it slip away."

https://www.rawstory.com/colorado-supreme-court-maga/?utm_source=diaspora

#democracy #America #MAGA #Trump #violence #crimes #criminals #fascism #elections #dystopia #dystopian

faab64@diasp.org

The Houston County Sheriff’s Office reports that Benjamin Reese, a teacher at Warner Robins Middle School in Georgia, threatened to behead a pupil when she questioned why there was an Israeli flag in class.

This is turning into a whole new level of intolerance and bigotry.

This is specially troubling because the man is a teacher threatening a middle school student. WTAF

https://edition.cnn.com/2023/12/14/us/georgia-teacher-arrested-threatening-muslim-student-israeli-flag/index.html

#Fascism #Intolerance #Violence #Georgia #USPolitics #Israel

tord_dellsen@diasp.eu

Chris Hedges on the Genocide in Gaza

When those who are occupied refuse to submit, when they continue to resist, we drop all pretense of our “civilizing” mission and unleash, as in Gaza, an orgy of slaughter and destruction. We become drunk on violence. This violence makes us insane. We kill with reckless ferocity. We become the beasts we accuse the oppressed of being. We expose the lie of our vaunted moral superiority. We expose the fundamental truth about Western civilization — we are the most ruthless and efficient killers on the planet. This alone is why we dominate the “wretched of the earth.” It has nothing to do with democracy or freedom or liberty. These are rights we never intend to grant to the oppressed.

--- Chris Hedges, in his article Exterminate All the Brutes

#ChrisHedges #Gaza #genocide #violence #insanity #GenocidalPsychosis #oppression

anonymiss@despora.de

Blaming bin Laden First

Glance again at the trite statements I made at the beginning of this column. Could #OsamaBinLaden actually utter any of them? Certainly not. He doesn’t only oppose the entire Jewish presence in #Palestine; he opposes the Jewish presence in #America. He is the spoiled-brat son of one of our preferred despotisms and the proud beneficiary of the export of #violence. Why, then, do so many fools consider him as the interpreter of their “concerns,” let alone seek to appoint their ignorant selves as the medium for his?

Source: https://www.thenation.com/article/archive/blaming-bin-laden-first/

Now replace "bin Laden" with "Hamas" and try to understand. Then reconsider your opinion on #Israel and the #Gaza Strip. Only then write your thoughts in the comments.

#war #terror #usa #news #history #politics #military #MiddleEast #problem #conflict #humanRights

guillaume_f@diaspora.psyco.fr

[Le Parisien] Une jeune recrue subit un simulacre de noyade dans une école de police
(1 min 32 - 29 novembre 2023)

Des élèves policiers ont été soumis à un simulacre de noyade à l’école de police d’Oissel, près de Rouen. Des images choquantes. L’instructeur à l’initiative de l’exercice doit être suspendu et une enquête administrative a été confiée à l’IGPN.

#police #violence #maltraitance #harcelement #darmanin #SNU #Macron

anonymiss@despora.de

Mowing the grass in #Gaza

Source: https://m.jpost.com/Opinion/Columnists/Mowing-the-grass-in-Gaza-368516

Instead, #Israel is acting in accordance with a “mowing the grass” #strategy. After a period of #military restraint, Israel is acting to severely punish #Hamas for its aggressive behavior, and degrading its military capabilities – aiming at achieving a period of quiet.

...

Those who forlornly ask “when is this going to end?” and use the cliché term “cycle of #violence” have psychological difficulties digesting the facts that there is no solution in sight and that the violent struggle against Hamas is not going to end anytime soon (not as long as the enemy’s basic ideological motivations remain intact). But still, important periods of quiet are attainable via military action, and this is what explains Israel’s current #offensive.

This article is from 2014...

#history #conflict #war #terror #MiddleEast #warfare #politics

anonymiss@despora.de

#Bottoms: One of the best #teen movies of recent years.

source: https://www.themoviedb.org/movie/814776-bottoms

The idiot crowd on the internet would call this #movie #woke. The movie is about strong women who don't start out as high-flyers but go through a character development from the very bottom. The two friends in the movie are lesbians and think that if they start a self-defense club at their school they can finally have body contact with potential partners. As crazy as the idea is, it will still be realized. Ultimately, you can create something good even with the wrong intentions. The right mix of #humor and #action with still unknown actors is impressive.

The only #criticism I would like to make is that in the end the impression is created that problems can be solved with #violence and that everyone at the school thinks this is okay.

enter image description here

#Teenager #school #education #entertainment #fightclub #cinema #teeny #highschool #friendship #youth #football #cheerleader #love

magdoz@diaspora.psyco.fr
libramoon@diaspora.glasswings.com

#shortstory #women #rights #responsibility #tragedy #metoo #politics #herstory #health #violence

Please #Share! short #story about #rape #abortion #political insanity which I am trying to get seen

could you offer suggestions as to where/who/how to further this effort.

https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t2681
#fiction

not fallen

Pushing, always about pushing.
Pushing his weight off me too late,
exhausted, spent, his rage into me,
breaking, bruising, pain and shame
and devastation.

Him, a sudden force, pushing me into that
alley, so near my home I had no thought
of danger. So routine, my walk from the
subway after my work day, even though, late
Fall, well past twilight. I expected just another
evening of my uneventful life since I came to
this city to pursue my career.

I didn’t know the attacker who pushed me
from behind, covered my face with a huge,
hard hand so I wouldn’t scream, or see him,
too close to count on darkness. After,
released to drag myself home, I drank
sloppy mugs of red wine and cried, on my
way to blessed unconsciousness.

The morning alarm brought me back, to
understand my desperate need for
normalcy to push this whole melodramatic
mess out, out, out! Keep moving, one foot
at a time, eyes forward, focused on each
next chore. Somehow my face, my body,
lied for me, kept to my habitual script.

I very much didn’t want to talk about it,
to seek comforting or support. I wanted it
to go away — to never be.

I found a new route home, discovered
along it that I had become hypervigilant
while walking alone through city streets.
This city of strangers that I had hoped
would be my home had become a hostile
place to push away in self defense.

Pushed into an unwanted future where
the test comes up “Pregnant” after those
ugly symptoms could no longer be ignored.

Pushed now to find a way to take care
of my needs, to confront politics, that
whole divisive headache I had believed
not part of my life.

Suddenly I’ve become a victim of
multiple powerful men — the power
of physical force and the power of
unjust law pushed through by cynical,
deceitful misogynists using pumped
up hate to get ahead.

Much as I desperately try to normalize
these agonizing days, weeks, this
nightmare escalates. Those nonignorable
symptoms keep getting more and worse.

Pushed to accept, take in, this unacceptable
situation because these symptoms
seem serious. I have heard of high risk
pregnancies that require constant
monitoring, even sometimes termination
to save the vessel for future use. Surely I
would not be forced to continue having
this thing growing in me if it would kill me.

Barely holding my multiply suffering
body and mind together, I push myself
to take control and get to the closest ER.

Look! I yell into me, trying to center,
to find refuge in rationality. I am a
normal person, leading a narrow,
normal life. These health crisis
professionals will know what to do,
will make everything alright!

I have made it to what I have built up
in my anxious imagination as the blessed
temple of healing. Unfortunately, it is
more like Purgatory — the endless
waiting. I do understand the many more
needy of immediate care. I submerge
my fear and pain in silent singing, measured
breathing, hearing again my father’s wrath
when he had been drinking or sometimes
when he hadn’t but was feeling bitter honestly.

Family, memories, never consoling.
Certainly no one I can call for help or advice
or anything but judgement of an unkind kin.
I had been so happy to get so far away, to
reframe my life to be mine, hopeful with possibilities.

Yes, possibilities unanticipated. So many
sick days out, fallen (failing) performance,
there goes my once so bright, golden
promising job and its perks, like health insurance.

Pushed to realize my life is meaningless
beyond my private sphere. Pushed to understand
that my fragile forming friendships here are
far from strong enough to be burdened with
what has become my Truth.

At long last it is my turn to be seen. I have
become so weak, barely aware of being
lifted onto a gurney, hooked up to a fetal
monitor and IV, prodded, needle poked to
take my blood. The hands and voices are
concerned that the baby is in distress.
“Take it out of me!” I scream, crying snot
and tears and fear and rage. They inject a
fluid to induce labor, ready me to push
at their command.

Finally! It’s out, my nemesis expelled,
pushed from its unwelcome lodging.
I feel only pure exhaustion, running blood.
Fading, I hear from above:
“Yay! We saved the baby.”

Apparently too far gone for further
ministration, I am left with
the agony of life falling out of me. Faintly,
plaintively, I hear a sober retort:
“Yes, we saved this child to live, while it
does, with severe health issues requiring
extensive expensive care. It enters this
tragic life alone, parentless. Who will take
on this responsibility?
Letting the mother choose, to have the
chance to live, maybe have future healthy
children, would have been responsible, and humane.”

anonymiss@despora.de

Is it true that anti-Semites humiliate #Israel with UN resolutions?

How terrible is UN #resolution 77/247? source: https://undocs.org/Home/Mobile?FinalSymbol=A%2FRES%2F77%2F247

Prime Minister Benjamin #Netanyahu statement: Netanyahu pans ‘despicable’ UN vote, says #Jews cannot be #occupiers in their own land
source: https://www.timesofisrael.com/netanyahu-pans-despicable-un-vote-says-jews-cannot-be-occupiers-in-their-own-land/

I don't want to dwell on the usual suspect countries that never miss an opportunity to smack Israel.

However, it is astonishing that the following countries have agreed to the resolution: #Belgium, #Ireland, #Luxembourg, #Portugal and #Slovenia

(I admit that these countries are all in the #EU, so I have not chosen them entirely at random. I could write a thousand-page essay on what is wrong in these countries. However, in my opinion I am sure that these countries are not practicing politically motivated anti-Semitism.)

vote uno
source: https://alponiente.com/demande-davis-consultatif-a-la-justice-internationale-sur-la-situation-en-palestine-la-cij-annonce-la-fin-de-la-reception-des-exposes-ecrits-des-etats-et-des-organisations-internationales/

So what can be so horrible about the resolution? source: https://undocs.org/Home/Mobile?FinalSymbol=A%2FRES%2F77%2F247

Decides, in accordance with Article 96 of the Charter of the United
Nations, to request the International Court of Justice, pursuant to Article 6 5 of the
Statute of the Court, to render an advisory opinion on the following questions,
considering the rules and principles of international law, including the Charter of the
United Nations, international humanitarian law, international human rights law,
relevant resolutions of the Security Council, the General Assembly and the Human
Rights Council, and the advisory opinion of the Court of 9 July 2004:

(a) What are the legal consequences arising from the ongoing violation by
Israel of the right of the Palestinian people to self-determination, from its prolonged
#occupation, #settlement and annexation of the Palestinian territory occupied since
1967, including measures aimed at altering the demographic composition, character
and status of the Holy City of #Jerusalem, and from its adoption of related
discriminatory legislation and measures?

(b) How do the policies and practices of Israel referred to in paragraph 18 (a)
above affect the legal status of the occupation, and what are the legal consequences
that arise for all States and the United Nations from this status?

As written, it is only about an advisory opinion without consequences, since both Israel and the U.S. do not accept the court.


#politics #war #terror #Palestine #UNO #justice #history #future #diplomacy #humanrights #violence

libramoon@diaspora.glasswings.com

any suggestions for places to post where this will be seen?
and, Please #Share! [and don't forget to #vote]

#fiction
#shortstory #women #rights #responsibility #tragedy #metoo #politics #herstory #health #violence

not fallen

https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t2681

Pushing, always about pushing.
Pushing his weight off me too late,
exhausted, spent, his rage into me,
breaking, bruising, pain and shame
and devastation.

Him, a sudden force, pushing me into that
alley, so near my home I had no thought
of danger. So routine, my walk from the
subway after my work day, even though, late
Fall, well past twilight. I expected just another
evening of my uneventful life since I came to
this city to pursue my career.

I didn’t know the attacker who pushed me
from behind, covered my face with a huge,
hard hand so I wouldn’t scream, or see him,
too close to count on darkness. After,
released to drag myself home, I drank
sloppy mugs of red wine and cried, on my
way to blessed unconsciousness.

The morning alarm brought me back, to
understand my desperate need for
normalcy to push this whole melodramatic
mess out, out, out! Keep moving, one foot
at a time, eyes forward, focused on each
next chore. Somehow my face, my body,
lied for me, kept to my habitual script.

I very much didn’t want to talk about it,
to seek comforting or support. I wanted it
to go away — to never be.

I found a new route home, discovered
along it that I had become hypervigilant
while walking alone through city streets.
This city of strangers that I had hoped
would be my home had become a hostile
place to push away in self defense.

Pushed into an unwanted future where
the test comes up “Pregnant” after those
ugly symptoms could no longer be ignored.

Pushed now to find a way to take care
of my needs, to confront politics, that
whole divisive headache I had believed
not part of my life.

Suddenly I’ve become a victim of
multiple powerful men — the power
of physical force and the power of
unjust law pushed through by cynical,
deceitful misogynists using pumped
up hate to get ahead.

Much as I desperately try to normalize
these agonizing days, weeks, this
nightmare escalates. Those nonignorable
symptoms keep getting more and worse.

Pushed to accept, take in, this unacceptable
situation because these symptoms
seem serious. I have heard of high risk
pregnancies that require constant
monitoring, even sometimes termination
to save the vessel for future use. Surely I
would not be forced to continue having
this thing growing in me if it would kill me.

Barely holding my multiply suffering
body and mind together, I push myself
to take control and get to the closest ER.

Look! I yell into me, trying to center,
to find refuge in rationality. I am a
normal person, leading a narrow,
normal life. These health crisis
professionals will know what to do,
will make everything alright!

I have made it to what I have built up
in my anxious imagination as the blessed
temple of healing. Unfortunately, it is
more like Purgatory — the endless
waiting. I do understand the many more
needy of immediate care. I submerge
my fear and pain in silent singing, measured
breathing, hearing again my father’s wrath
when he had been drinking or sometimes
when he hadn’t but was feeling bitter honestly.

Family, memories, never consoling.
Certainly no one I can call for help or advice
or anything but judgement of an unkind kin.
I had been so happy to get so far away, to
reframe my life to be mine, hopeful with possibilities.

Yes, possibilities unanticipated. So many
sick days out, fallen (failing) performance,
there goes my once so bright, golden
promising job and its perks, like health insurance.

Pushed to realize my life is meaningless
beyond my private sphere. Pushed to understand
that my fragile forming friendships here are
far from strong enough to be burdened with
what has become my Truth.

At long last it is my turn to be seen. I have
become so weak, barely aware of being
lifted onto a gurney, hooked up to a fetal
monitor and IV, prodded, needle poked to
take my blood. The hands and voices are
concerned that the baby is in distress.
“Take it out of me!” I scream, crying snot
and tears and fear and rage. They inject a
fluid to induce labor, ready me to push
at their command.

Finally! It’s out, my nemesis expelled,
pushed from its unwelcome lodging.
I feel only pure exhaustion, running blood.
Fading, I hear from above:
“Yay! We saved the baby.”

Apparently too far gone for further
ministration, I am left with
the agony of life falling out of me. Faintly,
plaintively, I hear a sober retort:
“Yes, we saved this child to live, while it
does, with severe health issues requiring
extensive expensive care. It enters this
tragic life alone, parentless. Who will take
on this responsibility?
Letting the mother choose, to have the
chance to live, maybe have future healthy
children, would have been responsible, and humane.”

magdoz@diaspora.psyco.fr

Guerre des gangs à #Marseille : deux bandes rivales derrière la flambée de #violence • FRANCE 24
5min : https://invidious.nerdvpn.de/watch?v=eQDYx5f-qfw ou https://piped.kavin.rocks/watch?v=eQDYx5f-qfw

Tous les membres des gangs deviennent des cibles, quel que soit leur rôle dans l'organisation du trafic.

Un dealer se fait donc du 9000€ par mois. Un guetteur la moitié, 4500€ ...
#Argent facile... Par contre, le genre de "métier" où on ne vit pas vieux, semble-t-il...
#Drogue #Trafic

faab64@diasp.org

B'Tselem בצלם : Human rights and civil society NGOs in #Israel release statement urging the international community to act on unprecedented levels of state-backed settler #violence in the #WestBank

Today, 30 leading human rights and anti-occupation NGOs in Israel signed an open letter to the international community urging immediate action to protect West Bank Palestinians from settler violence and forcible transfer from their land, following the seventh murder of a Palestinian at the hands of an Israeli settler since the war began. So far, this wave of extreme violence has led to the forcible transfer of at least 13 Palestinian agricultural communities in Area C of the West Bank, with more preparing to flee at any moment due to the incessant attacks by settlers.

#Palestine #CallForAction #StopIsrael #terrorism

https://www.btselem.org/press_releases/20231029_joint_emergency_call_to_the_international_community_stop_the_forcible_transfer_in_the_west_bank

psych@diasp.org

Last bit of processing, late-night after a day of TMI, none good....
A somber reflection about the latest mass shooting(s), and then top-notch #humor churned in a mixture of satire and #truth.

Stephen Colbert Calls Out Mike Johnson’s First Fail

The “Late Show” host chided the new House speaker for offering little more than thoughts and prayers to survivors of the Maine shooting on his first day in office.

#GQP #TrumpVirus #MAGAMikeJohnson #truth #TMI #violence #Jan6