Biden: “Many people there have been displaced multiple times fleeing the violence to the north, and now they are packed into Rafah, exposed and vulnerable. They need to be protected,”
Josep Borrell, the EU’s foreign policy chief, says, “Where are they going to evacuate these people to? To the moon?”
Duh. It’s not as though there is a shortage of space. Why not Egypt?
Here are the excuses:
HISTORICAL PRECEDENT: Egypt has been keeping an eye on its neighbours like Jordan and Lebanon. They’ve noticed how those countries had to take in loads of Palestinian refugees in the past, and well, none of them got to go back home. It’s like they were all invited to a never-ending house party! Egypt definitely doesn’t want to RSVP to that situation.
ECONOMIC AND SECURITY CONSIDERATIONS: Egypt is basically saying, “Hold up, folks!” They’re worried that if too many Gazans show up, Egypt will have to play host forever. Plus, they’re all like, “Our resources can only stretch so far, and we’ve gotta keep an eye on security, too!”
LEGAL AND HUMANITARIAN CONCERNS: Egypt’s raps, “No way, José!” They’ve made it clear that they’re not up for anyone forcing Palestinians into the Sinai Peninsula. That’s supposedly a big no-no in the international law book, and it’s a major “not cool” for Hamas.
So, Egypt’s kind of taking it slow with opening up the Rafah crossing for fleeing Palestinians. It’s a tricky situation, as they’re trying to find that balance between being egoistic and dealing with a real war. Nobody wants naughty schoolgirls (behind which, hide murderous terrorists) in their playground.
Much better to preserve self-interest and screw the refugees.
Similar to the developing popular political position on Israel in the USA, UK and EU – except Egypt has barely disguised its Jew hate.
That’s it folks: the nub of the non-kosher opinions on the State of Israel – a principal cause why Israel (with a lonely IDF) needs to fight on to the end to DEFEND ITS SECURITY and ensure THE RETURN OF THE HOSTAGES.
Hamas, a falestinian militant Islamist group, has been a subject of significant controversy and debate.
Critics argue that Hamas’s use of violence, including rocket attacks and suicide bombings, has led to civilian casualties and perpetuated conflict in the region.
Additionally, Hamas’s refusal to recognize Israel’s right to exist and its rejection of previous peace agreements have been major points of contention.
Furthermore, Hamas’s governance in the Gaza Strip has been a subject of considerable international concern.
Critics have pointed to its authoritarian tendencies, lack of respect for human rights, and the suppression of political opposition as key areas of criticism.
The group’s designation as a terrorist organization by numerous countries and international organizations further adds to the case against Hamas.
All the above, is up for debate. That which comes below, is not.
October7, 2023
The Hamas attacks began in the early morning with a rocket barrage of at least 3,000 rockets launched against Israel and vehicle-transported and powered paraglider incursions into its territory.
Hamas fighters breached the Gaza–Israel barrier, massacring Israeli civilian communities, including in Be’eri, Kfar Aza, and at the Nova music festival, and attacking military bases.
The attacks resulted in 1,139 deaths—695 Israeli civilians (including 36 children), 71 foreign nationals, and 373 members of the security forces.
Approximately 250 Israeli civilians and soldiers were taken as hostages to the Gaza Strip, including 30 children, with the stated goal to force Israel to release Palestinian prisoners.
Numerous accounts of rape and sexual assault by Hamas fighters have been confirmed.
Is Marwan Barghouti the mother of “Dead Cats” or is he the new Nelsen Mandela?
The Palestinian society is like one big family “Succession” that never ends!
Picture this: you’ve got the Barghouti clan, the Tamimi crew, the Hammad gang, and the Shihada squad, all running the show.
It’s like a real-life melodrama where these families hold more power than a government! From deciding who marries whom to making big political moves, they’ve got their hands in everything.
The whole community’s like a giant, intricate web of relationships – it’s like keeping up with the Kardashians, but on a much grander scale! And get this, their influence doesn’t stop at the neighbourhood – it reaches all the way to regional and national politics! It’s like a crossover episode no one saw coming!
The tangled web of rivalries and interdependence within Palestinian extended families is like a real-life serial, with drama that could rival any TV show. These family networks are the source of both community tensions and comedic antics. It’s like a dysfunctional family sitcom, but with real consequences for political movements and advocacy in the Palestinian territories. The voices of these family-controlled groups are turned up to eleven, making sure everyone hears their family feuds and follies.
Furthermore, these big ‘ol families have quite the story to tell! Their tales are so woven into the Palestinian myth that you’d think they were born with a narrative thread and a loom. They’ve been passing down their legacies and traditions for so long that it’s like a game of cultural telephone, where the message gets more fantastical with each retelling. It’s like they’re the keepers of this epic, never-ending story, adding twists and turns to the point where you’re not sure what’s real and what’s made up.
A soap opera, but with an historical twist!
Enter Marwan Barghouti on a white unicorn
Even back in the ancient times of 2009, the Jerusalem Post’s Khaled Abu Toameh dropped some truth bombs when he mentioned that Marwan Barghouti’s portrayal as the Palestinian Nelson Mandela was basically the “Fake News” of that era. It seems like the foreign media were all like “Let’s make fetch happen” but the Palestinians in the West Bank and Gaza were just not feeling it.
As a prime example of how Barghouti’s image might eclipse his actual influence, the Meir Amit Center points out that under his leadership, the 2017 Palestinian prisoners’ hunger strike “failed to receive the enthusiastic support of the Fatah leadership and the PA, or the Palestinian public.”
But wait, there’s more to dim the media’s starry-eyed view of Marwan Barghouti and the anticipation of his potential release. As Seth Mandel notes in a recent article for Commentary Magazine, Mahmoud Abbas is still clinging on to power as head of the PA. The release of his “more popular rival” is a recipe for, you guessed it, chaos.
The spectacle of Palestinian infighting combined with Barghouti’s well-known tactic of using terrorism to pressure Israel is like watching a hilarious disaster movie unfold before our eyes. It’s a perfect storm that may lead the region into further, you know, chaos and stuff.
So, while the foreign media and political commentators may be laying out the red carpet for Marwan Barghouti, it’s important to keep in mind that, despite the media’s portrayal of a Palestinian Nelson Mandela, he’s actually a convicted terrorist mastermind. His entrance into Palestinian politics may lead to more action-packed violence and an even further deterioration of the security situation for both Palestinians and Israelis.
He saw the Eiffel Tower, toured the Louvre and took a boat ride down the Seine. Furthermore, he definitely wanted to have some haute French cuisine, so he picked out the nicest restaurant he could afford. He was waiting for his table at the bar when the beautiful waitress dropped a note in front of him. It was in French, which he couldn’t read. When he was seated, he asked his waiter if he could tell him what it said. The waiter said, “Yes, of course, let me see it.” Upon reading it, the waiter had Glen forcibly removed from the restaurant.
Now Glen was sitting on the curb outside the restaurant, trying to figure out what just happened. A police officer came by and asked what he was doing. Glen explained, “Well, I came to take my dream holiday to Paris. I saw the Eiffel Tower, toured the Louvre and took a boat ride down the Seine. I definitely wanted to have some haute French cuisine, so I picked out the nicest restaurant I could afford. I was waiting for my table at the bar when a beautiful waitress dropped a note in front of me. It was in French, which I can’t read. When I was seated, I asked my waiter if he could tell me what it said. The waiter said of course, but upon reading it, the waiter had me forcibly removed from the restaurant.”
“Hhmmmm…” said the police officer, “You better let me see this note.” So Glen gave the note to the police officer. Upon reading the note, the officer put Glen under arrest.
Glen was brought before a magistrate, where he protested “Your honour, I have done nothing wrong, I don’t know why I’m here. See, I came to take my dream holiday to Paris. I saw the Eiffel Tower, toured the Louvre and took a boat ride down the Seine. I definitely wanted to have some haute French cuisine, so I picked out the nicest restaurant I could afford. I was waiting for my table at the bar when a beautiful waitress dropped a note in front of me. It was in French, which I can’t read. When I was seated, I asked my waiter if he could tell me what it said. The waiter said of course, but upon reading it, he had me forcibly removed from the restaurant. Then I was sitting on the curb outside the restaurant when a police officer came by, and after I let him see the note, he put me under arrest.”
“Bring this note forward.” Ordered the judge. Glen gave the note to the judge. Upon reading the note the judge ordered Glen to be exiled from France.
Glen soon found himself on an aeroplane out of France back to America, which annoyed him as he still had several days left in his trip. A French businessman seated next to Glen asked him, “So what’s your story?”
Glen took a deep breath and then said, “It started when I came to take my dream holiday to Paris. I saw the Eiffel Tower, toured the Louvre and took a boat ride down the Seine. I definitely wanted to have some haute French cuisine, so I picked out the nicest restaurant I could afford. I was waiting for my table at the bar when a beautiful waitress dropped a note in front of me. It was in French, which I can’t read. When I was seated, I asked my waiter if he could tell me what it said. The waiter said of course, but upon reading it, the waiter had me forcibly removed from the restaurant. Then I was sitting on the curb outside the restaurant when a police officer came by, and after I let him see the note, he put me under arrest. I was subsequently brought before a judge, and when he saw the note, he ordered me to be exiled from France. And I still don’t even know what it says.”
“That’s quite a tale.” Remarked the businessman. “Do you still have this note?” Glen did, and he gave it to the businessman. Except, instead of telling Glen what it said, he paged a flight attendant over. The flight attendant read the note and then went to talk to the pilot. Upon reading the note, the pilot personally threw Glen out of the plane.
Now the pilot wasn’t completely heartless, he did give Glen a parachute first. Glen didn’t see that it mattered too much one way or the other, as they were over the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. However, as it happened, a ship was passing by and Glen was able to land right on it. Naturally, Glen was brought before the captain, who wanted to know how Glen came to be on his ship. Glen explained, “My story starts with what I thought would be my dream holiday to Paris. I saw the Eiffel Tower, toured the Louvre and took a boat ride down the Seine. I definitely wanted to have some haute French cuisine, so I picked out the nicest restaurant I could afford. I was waiting for my table at the bar when a beautiful waitress dropped a note in front of me. It was in French, which I can’t read. When I was seated, I asked my waiter if he could tell me what it said. The waiter said of course, but upon reading it, the waiter had me forcibly removed from the restaurant. Then I was sitting on the curb outside the restaurant when a police officer came by, and after I let him see the note, he put me under arrest. I was subsequently brought before a judge, and when he saw the note, he ordered me to be exiled from France. And I still couldn’t believe it when the pilot of my plane found out what the note said, he had me thrown out of the plane.”
“Wow. That must be some note.” exclaimed the captain. “You must let me read it, I speak French.”
“No,” replied Glen, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to show it to anyone else.” Everyone was disappointed, but Glen was firm that no one would get to see this note. They found a bunk for Glen to stay in for the week-long trip to America. It was a cargo ship, and everyone else was working, so Glen thought that he ought to work as well, even though no one asked him to. He helped prep food, serve and clean up in the mess hall. Everyone agreed that they were better off having Glen make the coffee. He was even offered a permanent position upon the ship.
Of course, people kept pestering Glen to see this famous note, but he kept it a secret. Towards the end of the journey, as he felt that he had got to know everyone and bonded with them, he decided that it would be OK to show the captain the note.
Glen was immediately thrown overboard.
He was close enough at this point that he could swim ashore to his home state of New Jersey. After getting home and cleaning himself up, Glen called his girlfriend.
“Glen!” She cried, “You weren’t on your return flight, I made so many phone calls, I had no idea what had happened, I thought you were dead!”
Glen took a deep breath and began explaining. “As you know, I went off on what I thought would be my dream holiday to Paris. I saw the Eiffel Tower, toured the Louvre and took a boat ride down the Seine. I definitely wanted to have some haute French cuisine, so I picked out the nicest restaurant I could afford. I was waiting for my table at the bar when a rather unattractive bartender dropped a note in front of me. It was in French, which I can’t read. When I was seated, I asked my waiter if he could tell me what it said. The waiter said of course, but upon reading it, the waiter had me forcibly removed from the restaurant. Then I was sitting on the curb outside the restaurant when a police officer came by, and after I let him see the note, he put me under arrest. I was subsequently brought before a judge, and when he saw the note, he ordered me to be exiled from France. And I still couldn’t believe it when the pilot of my plane found out what the note said, he had me thrown out of the plane. I wouldn’t have survived except I had the luck to land on a passing ship. I didn’t want to show them the note, you understand, but for a week they badgered me to see it, and I still had no idea what it said, so I eventually let them see it. Inevitably, once they saw it they threw me overboard. I still have the damn note–the paper is very good quality–and the mystery is killing me.”
Glen’s girlfriend had some doubts about this story, but instead of directly calling Glen out about it, she offered “My uncle speaks French, we could ask him what it says.”
So the two of them met and headed over to the uncle’s house. Glen told his story to the uncle–which we will omit here in the interest of time–and checked that there were no firearms in the house before handing over the note.
The uncle said, “I can translate this for you, just let me get my reading glasses.” The uncle put the note down on the coffee table and went to get his glasses. Just then, a gust of wind came through and blew the note out the window, and it was never to be seen again.
Richard Rohr, the spiritual guru extraordinaire, has seriously blown minds with his take on spirituality, Christianity, and mysticism.
He’s all about diving deep into Christianity while giving a big nod to other faiths like Judaism.
Rohr’s hit singles always circle back to the idea that we’re all in this spiritual game together. He’s all about spreading the love for different beliefs and wants everyone to level up their spiritual journeys by learning from other traditions.
This approach tickles the brain cells and gives faith a big bear hug, bringing people of all faiths together for a cosmic kumbaya session.
Rohr’s teachings are like a giant group hug for the soul, reminding us that we’re all in this existential crisis together. His writings nudge readers to peek over the fence of their beliefs, to swap stories, and to make the world a friendlier place.
Rohr’s mind-blowing musings on how we’re all in this spiritual soup together have really stirred the pot!
His deep dive into faith is like a wild rollercoaster ride through the land of self-discovery and spiritual connections.
He’s basically telling us to grab our snorkels and dive into the deep end of our beliefs, all while giving each other virtual high-fives for being different.
It’s like he’s saying, “Hey folks, let’s hold hands and skip together through the fields of spiritual longing and understanding!”
This approach is a hilarious, yet soul-stirring, reminder that we’re all just yearning for some cosmic connection, man.
It’s enough to make the universe chuckle and give us a big cosmic hug.
The United Kingdom’s involvement in events in Israel is like trying to navigate a maze with a blindfold on.
It’s a real rollercoaster, given the historical, political, and social rollercoaster of the region. The Middle East has been a longstanding soap opera full of drama and tension, with plot lines that have been dragging on for decades.
Therefore, any interference or intervention by the UK should be approached with the delicacy of defusing a bomb made of glass.
Diplomacy is like the carefully choreographed dance moves at a crowded party—it’s crucial for not stepping on anyone’s toes in the intricate dynamics of the region.
Instead of crashing the party uninvited, prioritizing diplomatic channels helps us engage respectfully with all the guests, acknowledging their sovereignty and aspirations. We need to create an atmosphere that’s more chill than a spa day, encouraging peaceful dialogue and negotiation to find solutions that address everyone’s legit complaints.
This approach not only shows that we’re committed to keeping the peace, but also that we totally get how complex this whole party scene is and respect all the different folks trying to have a good time.
In a nutshell, manoeuvring through the intricate web of the Middle East requires the UK to dance with finesse, juggling diplomacy, a dash of sovereignty respect, and a generous helping of peaceful resolutions.
By mastering this act, the UK can sprinkle some magic dust to cultivate an atmosphere primed for long-lasting solutions and, voilà, a brighter, merrier future for the region awaits.
However, some may question the sense in charging in on autopilot suggesting a two-state solution is a silver bullet – when it clearly is not, given that one side has rejected such a solution every time:
In 1937, the Peel Commission proposed the partition of Palestine and the creation of an Arab state.
In 1939, the British White Paper proposed the creation of a unitary Arab state.
In 1947, the UN would have created an even larger Arab state as part of its partition plan.
The 1979 Egypt-Israel peace negotiations offered the Palestinians autonomy, which would almost certainly have led to full independence.
The Oslo agreements of the 1990s laid out a path for Palestinian independence, but the process was derailed by terrorism.
In 2000, Prime Minister Ehud Barak offered to create a Palestinian state in all of Gaza and 97 percent of the West Bank.
In 2008, Prime Minister Ehud Olmert offered to withdraw from almost the entire West Bank and partition Jerusalem on a demographic basis.
In addition 1948 to 1967, Israel did not control the West Bank. The Palestinians could have demanded an independent state from the Jordanians. On the contrary whilst Jordan was in control Arafat said there was no longer a claim as it was no longer part of Palestine. Once it was back in Israeli hands it miraculously became disputed land again! This is one of many reasons Jews and Israelis are cynical.
The Palestinians have a knack for turning down every chance that comes their way. It’s like they’ve made it a hobby to “never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity”, as Abba Eban once put it. They must have their reasons.
Unfortunately, we don’t have a clue what these are.
I guess we, and the Palestinians, like to keep life interesting!
In a Guardian article, George Monbiot, suggests that Donald Trump is the “king of the extrinsics“. No? Me neither. I had to Google. Here’s my take on the cake. Make sure that safety bar is in place, and hold onto your hat.
Some psychologists have this theory about our values being like magnets, pulling us towards certain poles. They call them the “intrinsic” and “extrinsic” poles. So, if you’re a hardcore intrinsic values person, you’re all about empathy, intimacy, and self-acceptance. Basically, you’re up for a challenge, down for change, and you’ve got a thing for universal rights, equality, and safeguarding the living world.
It’s like you’ve got a secret superhero cape made of empathy and equality!
Extrinsic and intrinsic folks have completely different vibes and views when it comes to tackling life’s quirks and mysteries. It’s like comparing a caffeinated squirrel to a Zen master on a meditation retreat!
Extrinsic individuals are like magpies chasing after shiny things—wealth, status, and recognition are their shiny treasures. They’re all about those tangible goodies and that sweet, sweet validation from others. It’s like they’re on a mission for the ultimate “like” on social media and the fanciest car in the car park. They’re the real MVPs of the material world, always striving for those visible gold stars of success.
On the flip side, intrinsic folks are like those quirky cacti that don’t need validation from anyone. They’re all about personal growth, genuine passions, and inner values – they’re like their own little motivational cheerleaders! These self-directed unicorns seek fulfilment through awesome experiences and a profound sense of purpose, just like those cool cats who only wear sunglasses at night.
In a nutshell, the wild and wacky world of motivation can be divided into two camps: the extrinsic enthusiasts and the intrinsic aficionados. The extrinsic folks are like magnets, drawn to shiny external rewards like cold, hard cash, the spotlight, or a pat on the back. Their every move is choreographed by the pursuit of material gains and a thirst for social validation.
On the other side of the street, the intrinsic gang dances to the beat of their own drum, seeking fulfilment in personal growth and inner values. They find joy in their journey, driven by purpose, the quest for mastery, and the pure satisfaction of the task at hand.
The interplay between these two tribes is a knotty tangle of motivations and desires that adds colour and spice to our world. Understanding this quirky dynamic can sprinkle a bit of magic into our interactions, relationships, personal quests, and even guide those big-shot organizational strategies and public policies.
Both groups bring something to the table, shaping our priorities and actions. Embracing the unique quirks of each side could just be the key to unlocking a more balanced and all-embracing approach to motivation and happiness.
Ever since Ronald Reagan donned his power suit and promised a nation of “winners” and “losers”, things got so divided that some folks started slipping through the cracks like socks in a dryer. And as Democratic presidents took a liking to Reagan’s ideas, it was like trying to un-ring a bell.
The more they chased after external success, the more people seemed to lean to the right. It’s like a weird cosmic joke – the more you chase the shiny stuff, the more likely you are to vote for the folks who promise even shinier stuff!
The American dream has been hitting the gym and lifting extrinsic values for over a century now, making gains in wealth, flexing it conspicuously, and dodging the constraints of other people’s needs like a professional dodgeball player.
It’s all accompanied by toxic myths about failure and success: the ultimate prize is wealth, no matter the hustle. And let’s not forget the never-ending party of advertising, the society’s extreme makeover into a shopping mall, and the media’s obsession with fame and fashion. All these reinforce the same old story.
The constant marketing of “you’re not good enough” and the creation of unfulfilled desires dig craters in our souls that we desperately try to fill with cold hard cash, fleeting fame, or unlimited power. For decades, these dominant cultural themes have functioned as the perfect incubator of extrinsic values, like a factory producing designer handbags.
A clear sign of this change is the creative blame game in full swing. On both sides of the pond, we’ve taken blaming to a whole new level.
Check this out: apparently, under the new criminal justice bill, folks caught catching some Z’s in public can be slapped with a hefty fine or even put behind bars for up to £2,500 if they are deemed a “nuisance” or cause “damage”.
And would you believe it, according to article 61 of the bill, “damage” includes simply not smelling like a bed of roses. I mean, where do you even begin with that? If someone had £2,500 to spare, they would probably have a cosy place to rest their head. So, the government wants to offer prison beds to the sleep-deprived, but not an actual roof over their heads.
Oh, and let’s not forget the cherry on top: people are getting blamed and treated like hardened criminals for being down on their luck, which, let’s face it, can often be the result of government policies.
Ah, bureaucracy at its finest!
We always seem to be going right, and not just when we’re driving! It’s like we’re stuck on the society merry-go-round, going only in one direction.
Everyone’s so divided, it’s like we’re on different planets! And don’t even get me started on the mental health crisis – it’s like we’re all extras in a bad reality show. But hey, at the end of the day, it all boils down to some serious value shuffling. Our dysfunction might as well be a sitcom, and the symptoms?
Just hilarious side effects!
When a society puts status, money, power, and dominance on a pedestal, it’s basically setting itself up for a cosmic game of musical chairs where there aren’t enough seats for everyone. The big shots scoop up more and more of the pie, leaving the rest of us with crumbs (and not the delicious kind).
Naturally, someone’s got to take the fall for this farce of a situation. But in a world that celebrates the “winners,” they certainly won’t be the ones pointing fingers at themselves. No, no, it has to be those pesky folks striving for a fairer world, where wealth is shared, nobody is left behind, and we actually take care of our communities and the planet.
It’s those folks who hold tight to the idea that material gains and outward success are the end-all, be-all that will cast their vote for the one who seems to embody all of that. Enter Trump. And as the U.S. sways, so do the rest of us. Oh, the joys of living in “interesting times”!
Trump might just win again – and here we go again with the reality show sequel nobody asked for. If that happens, it won’t just be the angry golf club members or the relentless meme warfare to blame. Nope, it’ll also be those ancient values that have been lurking around so long, they’ve become the furniture nobody remembers buying.
We don’t come out of the womb with a user manual for life. Nope, we’re like sponges, soaking up all the weird and wacky stuff around us.
Our values? Yep, they’re like Play-Doh – moulded by the people we hang out with and the crazy customs of our society. Oh, and let’s not forget the political arena! If folks are stuck in a wacky and wild political circus, they’re gonna start thinking that’s just how things are supposed to be. And you know what happens next?
That nutty political circus just keeps on growing bigger and wilder!
If, on the other hand, folks are living in a place where nobody ends up broke, and where social norms revolve around being nice, understanding, and living without the need for much, their priorities are likely to shift towards the good stuff.
This whole process is known as policy feedback, or the “values ratchet”. The values ratchet works its magic on both society and individuals: a strong focus on external achievements often stems from feeling insecure and having unmet desires. These external aspirations then just lead to more insecurity and unmet desires – what a rollercoaster!
Mondays, oh dear Mondays! The notorious bringer of the end of fun and the beginning of responsibility.
It’s perfectly normal to feel a bit grumpy and wish for just a few more moments of blissful laziness. And let’s not even get started on the transition from free spirit to a cog in the wheel of routine – definitely not a walk in the park! If you’re in a never-ending wrestling match with Mondays, maybe it’s time to spice things up a bit.
How about adding a fun activity to kick off the week, or treating yourself to a soothing morning ritual? It’s all about outsmarting the Monday blues!
One way to tackle those pesky Monday blues is to designate some time on Sunday evening to strategize for the week ahead.
This strategic manoeuvre can assist in smoothing the shift from the weekend to the work week, granting you a sense of dominion and readiness.
You could also experiment with infusing a dash of mindfulness or relaxation into your Monday morning ritual, such as engaging in subtle stretches, practising profound breathing, or savouring a serene cup of tea before plunging into the day.
Another approach to making your Monday less dreadful is to rethink your attitude towards the day.
Instead of dreading the challenges ahead, consider Monday as a chance to start the week on a high note and set some hilariously positive intentions. By flipping your perspective, you might just find yourself tackling the day with a quirky sense of optimism and a whole lot of Monday energy.
It’s absolutely crucial to pamper yourself throughout the week, especially on Mondays, aka the dreaded “Monday Blues” day.
Whether it’s sneaking out for a quick cat nap during your lunch break, blasting your guilty pleasure playlist, or plotting a tantalizing mid-week snack, weaving in these pockets of delight and Zen can totally flip the script on how you tackle the start of the week.
Sure, Mondays might make you want to curl up in a ball and hide, but with these simple hacks and a hearty dose of self-love, you can turn the dreaded Monday into a positive and conquerable beast.
The issue of antisemitism is like that one persistent pop-up ad that just won’t go away, no matter how many times you close it.
It’s been hanging around for generations, causing immeasurable eye-rolling and sighs of disbelief.
This form of prejudice and discrimination has been a real party pooper throughout history, raining on parades and ruining good vibes.
It’s time to show this outdated attitude the door and throw a big, inclusive party where everyone is invited and celebrated!
By spreading the word, building bridges, and joining forces to battle antisemitism, we can work towards a planet where everyone is appreciated, honoured, and liberated from the clutches of discrimination tied to who they are.
It’s crucial to teach upcoming generations about the importance of this matter, making sure that the blunders of the past become a mighty force for good vibes.
Efforts to combat antisemitism require us all to put on our superhero capes and join forces for a world where diversity is the life of the party, and everyone gets a seat at the cool kids’ table.
Let’s keep telling antisemitism to take a hike and put in the overtime to build a society that throws the best equality and inclusivity parties, with no room for prejudice and discrimination to crash the fun.
Love in the Levant 