Hubbert posted:

gradenko_2000 posted:

https://twitter.com/soveryisraeli/status/1741219311602086035?t=0tfpkj1-DvUvp9m1fhiNww&s=19

I don't think the Israelis know how to play chess

Owlbear Camus posted:

They flagrantly break the rules, set themselves up illegally, and attack first?

gradenko_2000 posted:

https://twitter.com/soveryisraeli/status/1741219311602086035?t=0tfpkj1-DvUvp9m1fhiNww&s=19

I don't think the Israelis know how to play chess

quote:

Today there is not a wall in the town centre of Ramallah, now the capital of the Palestinian Authority, which is not covered with photographs of the dead, taken when they were alive, and now reprinted as small posters. These are the martyrs of the Second Intifada which began in September 2000. They include all those killed by the Israeli Army and settlers, and those who decided to sacrifice themselves in suicidal counter-attacks. Their faces transform the desultory street walls into something as intimate as a wallet of private papers and pictures. The wallet has a pocket for the magnetic ID card issued by the Israeli security services, without which no Palestinian can travel even a few kilometres, and another pocket for eternity. Around the posters, the walls are scarred with bullet and shrapnel marks.

There is an old woman, who might be the grandmother, in several wallets. There are boys in their early teens, there are many fathers. Listening to the stories of how they met their death, I am reminded of what poverty is about. Poverty forces the hardest choices which lead to almost nothing. Poverty is living with that ‘almost’.

Most of the boys whose faces are on the walls were born in refugee camps, as poor as shanty towns. They left school early to earn money for the family or help the father with his job, if he had one. A few dreamed of becoming wizard soccer players. A fair number of them made catapults of carved wood, twined rope and twisted leather for hurling stones at the occupying army. Any comparison between the weapons involved in these confrontations returns us to what poverty is about. On one hand, Apache and Cobra helicopters, F-16s, tanks, Humvee jeeps, electronic surveillance systems, tear gas; on the other hand, catapults, slingshots, mobile telephones, badly used Kalashnikovs and, mostly, handmade explosives. The enormity of the contrast reveals something which I can feel between these grief-stricken walls but which I cannot put a name to. If I were an Israeli soldier, however well armed I was, I might finally be frightened of this something. Perhaps it’s what the poet Mourid Barghouti noticed: ‘Living people grow old but martyrs grow younger.’

Three stories from the walls.

Husni al-Nayjar, 14 years old. He worked helping his father who was a welder. While flinging stones, he was shot dead with a bullet to the head. In his photo he gazes calmly and unwaveringly into the middle distance.

Abdelhamid Kharti, 34 years old. Painter and writer. When young, he had trained as a nurse. He volunteered to join a medical emergency unit for rescuing and taking care of the wounded. His corpse was found near a checkpoint, after a night when there had been no confrontations. His fingers had been cut off. A thumb was hanging loose. An arm, a hand and his jaw were broken. There were twenty bullets in his body.

Muhammad al-Durra, 12 years old, lived in the Breij Camp. He was returning home with his father across the Netzarin checkpoint in Gaza and they were ordered to get out of their vehicle. Soldiers were already shooting. The two of them took immediate cover behind a cement wall. The father waved to show they were there and was shot in the hand. A little later Muhammad was shot in the foot. The father now shielded his son with his own body. More bullets hit both, and the boy was killed. Doctors removed eight bullets from the father’s body, but he has been paralysed as a consequence of the wounds and is unable to work. Because the incident happened to be filmed, the story is told and retold across the world.

bedpan posted:

Hospital (actionable threat)

zetamind2000 posted:

this is a racist meme, right

bedpan posted:

Hospital (actionable threat)

gradenko_2000 posted:

Norm Finkelstein, Norm Koger, Norm Macdonald, we love the norms

gradenko_2000 posted:

https://twitter.com/soveryisraeli/status/1741219311602086035?t=0tfpkj1-DvUvp9m1fhiNww&s=19

I don't think the Israelis know how to play chess

NorgLyle posted:

Even if this fanfiction was the tiniest bit true, it doesn't seem like bombing or destroying the hospital would really do anything.

gradenko_2000 posted:

Norm Finkelstein, Norm Koger, Norm Macdonald, we love the norms

carcinofuck posted:

a chud that does far more than y'all. gently caress off with that poo poo

gradenko_2000 posted:

https://twitter.com/soveryisraeli/status/1741219311602086035?t=0tfpkj1-DvUvp9m1fhiNww&s=19

I don't think the Israelis know how to play chess

Woodpile posted:

Board is missing a row and oriented improperly. Light square right corner.

gradenko_2000 posted:

https://twitter.com/soveryisraeli/status/1741219311602086035?t=0tfpkj1-DvUvp9m1fhiNww&s=19

I don't think the Israelis know how to play chess

gradenko_2000 posted:

https://twitter.com/soveryisraeli/status/1741219311602086035?t=0tfpkj1-DvUvp9m1fhiNww&s=19

I don't think the Israelis know how to play chess

quote:

On the night of 25 November 1987, two PFLP-GC militants, Khaled Akar (Arabic: خالد آكر) and Melod Najah (Arabic: ميلود نجاح), took off from Southern Lebanon, perhaps from a Syrian controlled area, each armed with an AK-47 assault rifle, a pistol with a silencer, and several hand grenades. Their gliders were each powered by lawn mower-size engine and a small propeller. The engine noises were heard by several soldiers, and at 10:30 PM the Israeli Northern Command was alerted to the danger of an infiltration. An alarm was sounded, flares were fired and helicopters were sent out to search for the gliders, but without success, as the gliders were flying as low as tree level. However, at the Gibor army camp, about two miles east of Kiryat Shmona, no security precautions had been taken thirty minutes after the alarm was issued and no additional guards had been posted at the camp's gate. It was later discovered that an early intelligence warning was neglected by all except Kibbutz Ma'ayan Baruch, due to lack of attention.

Akar's glider landed in the security zone as a result of being blinded by the searchlights from Kibbutz Ma'ayan Baruch, and he was tracked down and killed by Israeli troops. The second landed near the Gibor camp. Najah spotted a passing army truck outside the base and opened fire on it, killing the officer driving it and wounding the corporal riding with him. He then headed towards a nearby army encampment manned by Nahal Brigade soldiers some 175 meters away. He hurled grenades and sprayed automatic fire at the sentry, who panicked and ran away, allowing him free entry into the encampment. He then fired his AK-47 and threw grenades into tents being used by Israeli soldiers, killing five and wounding seven, but was then shot and killed by an Israeli soldier (a quartermaster clerk) who had been wounded.

Dokapon Findom posted:

"Isn't so-and-so (whatever)?" is the most obnoxious style of post imo. I dunno man, maybe check the loving internet?

bedpan posted:

Hospital (actionable threat)

Real hurthling! posted:

reuters paid a cartoonist to make a big animated tunnel cross section article for those of you looking for more bin laden fortress type art to make memes of
https://www.reuters.com/graphics/ISRAEL-PALESTINIANS/GAZA-TUNNELS/gkvldmzorvb/

Hatebag posted:

Finkelstein is a piece of poo poo and has been for awhile. just another dumb old useless rear end in a top hat

Chamale posted:

They might be counting every soldier who scrapes his finger climbing into a vehicle as a wounded troop, to inflate their numbers and downplay the vast imbalance in casualties. And battlefield medicine has improved significantly since 2004, not by a factor of 10, but still enough to make a difference.

The Atomic Man-Boy posted:

Getting chased off your stolen land back to your other stolen land.

Painful