No Two Sides To This

there are plenty of pictures

I know there are supposed to be two sides to almost everything. But there are no two sides to starving children, to starving parents, to the doctors and nurses still working in what’s left of the hospitals in Gaza, themselves fainting from lack of food. I’m not good at this kind of writing. I am too angry and too much of a mess to carefully back up any of what I am writing with notes and history. But it’s all out there, and more literate people are doing that for the rest of us.

I have made myself look at the pictures on Shaun King’s Substack, I have listened to and looked at Democracy Now; and now the western papers have caught on and everywhere are the same kinds of pictures I can’t stop seeing, and if that’s all I can do, I will make myself keep looking. We owe that much to something I have no name for. But certainly to those who are dead and dying. Netanyahu is blockading the arrival of food and medicine. I hope the hostages will be returned to their families, but what is happpening now? No. This is genocide. And we are part of it.

Stop sending Netanyahu the bullets and bombs, Mr. Trump. I know you have visions of a luxurious vacation spot for those who can afford it, once the Gazans have all been sent elsewhere, if there are any left once starvation has done its job. I heard you say you had spent millions (or was it billions) on food for Gaza and never received a thank you. Dear god. Never received a thank you. It never got there, of course, and you already know that. If you actually sent them anything at all.

Still want the Nobel Peace Prize? Then tell Netanyahu to open the blockades. Let in the food, the medicine, the help so desperately needed. Tell him to stop attacking the boats carrying food bound for the starving. Stop lying. Well, that will never stop. There are so many good people wanting to help.

Or do you still have visions of Trump Towers and casinos on that lovely spot? That enormous graveyard? A luxurious spot built on death. Maybe all your wealthy pals from Epstein’s files will join you there. Meanwhile why don’t you take a look at what is happening to ordinary human beings, and their children. Would you feel anything? Probably not. The little boy crying in anguish from the wounds he suffered after Netanyahu bombed a building where families lived. Did the child know everyone else in his family died? That he was the only survivor?? Maybe he died of his wounds. I don’t know.

Jesus Christ. I have reined myself in on this post. I am ashamed to be an American. I really just want to curse and damn some people to eternal hell starting right now. .