The Israeli military released a new video on Wednesday reportedly showing Hamas terrorists firing at IDF forces from inside a hospital that they had turned into a “command center and rocket-launching site.”
Going directly against claims from Israel’s critics that the Jewish nation is unconcerned about the deaths of civilians in Gaza, Israel reportedly “repeatedly conveyed warnings to the hospital staff and urged civilians to leave the area.”
“Hamas continued firing from the hospital. In response, the IDF targeted specific sites and terrorists within the hospital grounds. Secondary explosions can be seen, confirming IDF intelligence about the site,”
ok.... yet another DNA lesson...............
you don't think that over the eons natural selection hasn't chosen those with the capacity to store more fat and thus survive chronic famines????????????????
OH MY I'M SORRY is natural selection NOT TURNING ON A DIME for the convenience of misanthropist EcoFascist? oh dear I am so sorry EXCUSE EVOLUTION!
after payment the kissing booth bleach blonde kisses him which turns him into a frog....... OR IS IT A #$%$ TOAD?????????????? ..... the guitar playing #$%$ TOAD continues his entertainment of the female [like a peacock].......... a subsequent kiss by the female (WITHOUT HAVING BEEN PAID NOW) turns him back into human form .... his horniness has been resolved and now the work of life (singing in a band) can restart ... until the next time......
oh for the love of cupid!!!!!............ use a little male imagination and intuition gentlemen ... watch the video...
the background of FLUSH red lips? .... hello? .... are you alive? the imitation of post *** blood flush is classic
now the intermingling of candy sweets (head rush....???) with the flush lips in the background ... natural highs!
the PAYMENT of money for a kiss from the female at the kissing booth? ..... "tit for tat hetero exchange for mutual survival and perpetuation?
“The Archies sing from exultant satiation,” David Smay writes rightly in Bubblegum Music is the Naked Truth. More so than the dour Doors or the sour Stones, “Sugar, Sugar” is, he declares, the real sound of “Top 40 after the pill.” Mick Jagger sang unconvincingly about not getting any satisfaction, whereas the unapologetically ersatz Archies effortlessly conveyed post-coital delight.
it was not anonymous
SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL THOUGHT POLICE
the only thing a Gazan engineers is killing more of their own than their enemies
goog her image and see if you avoid cream pie for an appetizer
.... software engineer to boot
you are AMAZING no doubt about it .... in fact .... I'd go so far as to say you're UNREAL
and that is a net addition to Civilization, whereas.................
the above thread is the work of a brilliant member of the bleeding edge of the right wing intelligentsia in North America (Canadian ex-pat)
he is in his third year of a legal defense against the lying EcoFascist slimebag Michael Mann of PSU.... the inventor of the Hockey Stick lie
the other striking aspect of this Moore film: the lack of Moore. In previous outings — Roger and Me, Bowling for Columbine — Moore is the central screen presence. He's there for every interview, the stunts are built around him, he's in shot continually. That doesn't happen here. ....... then we get to Iraq, and the film starts using some awkward, unintentionally revealing footage of US troops, shot by a crew who weren't exactly upfront about how they planned to use it. And the penny drops: Moore had to ease up on his own presence in the rest of the movie, because otherwise you'd notice his absence from the Iraq section. He apparently had the resources to get original footage shot there, but not to go there and shoot it himself.
we surely have a right to see the hitherto dogged doorstepper — or at least a body double (if such exists) — there on the ground in Baghdad or Kirkuk to lend his distinctive signature to these scenes. Instead, without his presence, they seem stylistically disconnected from the wearily inevitable routines of him wandering around his hometown of Flint wringing yet more juice from its chronic post-industrial blight. If the mangy old pooch refuses to learn any new tricks, he might at least apply them in a wider range of geographic locations. I hear these days Mosul's looking pretty blighted, at least for Christians.
In the decade since Fahrenheit, even Moore's audience seems to have wised up to him.
how strange that Michael Moore lingers on the brutal horror of Iraq, yet when it comes to 9/11 he exercises his now famously admirable forbearance and blacks it out, a model of restraint. The prettification, the artsification, the moviefication of the effect is cleverly calculated — because he knows that if he showed us, say, the couple who chose to hold hands as they jumped from the burning tower and plummeted to their deaths, he'd risk audiences reacting as viscerally as they do to the dead Iraqi kids. What Miss Homaday calls 'one of the most moving sequences in recent cinemas' is, in fact, an act of evasion.
it won the Palme d'Or at Cannes, which is a rare honor indeed, and one they're unlikely to confer on Mr D'Souza. And all those prestigious cinéastes surely wouldn't have done it just for the Bush-bashing, would they?
Dissenting from the jury's verdict, JeanLuc Godard said, 'Moore doesn't distinguish between text and image. He doesn't know what he's doing.' I'd say he does know what he's doing, if only because it's so obvious. For example, early in the picture, Moore shows a montage of Bush bigwigs — Cheney, Rummy, Condi — getting made up before TV appearances. The message here seems to be that the Bush administration is a bunch of phonies wearing carefully constructed artificial identities. But don't Democrats wear make-up on TV? Al Gore certainly did, to frightening effect in the first 2000 debate. Moore's clipfest seems crude and pointless, unless you're simply giving the crowd an opportunity to sneer at the physical features of administration officials, and the über-neocon Paul Wolfowitz plastering his hair with saliva.
By 2004, Moore was hailing the Sunni insurgents in Iraq as the equivalent of America's Minutemen. But so what? He'd won an Oscar for Bowling For Columbine; he was getting bigger and bigger, in more than the cheeseburger sense. And it all came together in the rapturous reception for Fahrenheit 9/11.
Harry Reid and the Senate Democrats organized a special screening at the Capitol, and at the party convention a few weeks later Moore was seated next to Jimmy Carter in the presidential box - a signal honor for someone who on the very day of 9/11 had complained that *al-Q* had hit Gore-voting states rather than Bush states, as if Mohammed Atta cared one jot about which infidel you voted for.
One thousand, five hundred and eleven dead
One thousand, one hundred and thirteen wounded
All done in 173 attacks including 21 KamiAllahkazi missions
On Tuesday, 89 innocents at an Afghan market were laid out by a suicide bombing that blew the Ramadan
Bombathon body count past the 1,000 mark (on Day 18). Will the Religion of Peace reach 2,000 this year? Si, se puede!