Fuckful Friday: Unfucking Believable
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#53 Unfucking Believable
It’s Yom Kippur, which is heartbreaking from every direction.
In addition to slaughtering civilians in Gaza, the West Bank, Syria, and Lebanon, the Israeli military found the time to also attack United Nations peacekeepers on the border of Lebanon, twice in the last 48 hours.
One of the current BBC headlines is:
Nobody is suppose to shoot the blue helmets, that’s the entire point of peacekeeper presence in conflict zones. The amount of insanity happening right now is so absurd, if it were fiction, no one would touch it. Too much going on everywhere, with everyone.
This couldn’t even be a Mel Brooks movie.
But we actually have to live this insanity, because it’s real life. And the people closest to this reality are Palestinians and Jews. Two groups most people really know nothing about, which is always super helpful.
Earlier, I spent a few hours with Palestinians, Jews and allies, continuing to bear witness and take action for a ceasefire. Any reasonable person wants an end to this horrid genocide, the return of all hostages—Israeli and Palestinian, and the dismantling of apartheid in Israel.
And it’d be dandy to have UN nations once again following resolutions and rulings from the Security Council, General Assembly, International Court of Justice and International Criminal Court.
You know, honoring Never Again, the whole reason we have the United Nations and international humanitarian agreements.
The reason nobody is supposed to shoot the fucking peacekeepers.
Next week marks a year since a ceasefire resolution has been sitting in Congress, waiting for movement. Just sittin’ there, collecting dust, death and bad juju.
It feels like political exile, to have both major parties backing genocide. If we’re not going to even pretend following domestic or international law, then what the fuck are we doing? Are where are we headed?
I wonder what the next year will bring, and what fate we have sealed for ourselves.
“The eye does not see the same as the heart.”
Until the End of the World (1991)
This week’s fuck design is an attempt to bring everything I’m feeling into one place. The background pattern is made of empty books, each one representing the 1,558 West Bank children killed by the IDF and illegal settlers since October of last year. They are in addition to the 11,300 identified children killed by the Israeli military in Gaza, an the unknown number under rubble or in too many pieces to count as a whole.
The moon’s universal embrace and the sounding shofar signify the ancient connections beyond our limited knowledge, and our damaged brain cultures.
It’s time for my damaged brain to rest; in the morning I fetch Axwell’s ashes.
I miss my dog, and I hate genocide.
