We walk around the looming tower because it's there, and one can't just ignore it forever living across the street, but the traffic crossing to the fortress Obamachron is deadly evil. They've got it rigged so the walk signal is the same time as the turn signal for the heedless cars. Beware. That tower looks evil because it is.

 Christian Zionism is an evil, murderous cult. No joke.

 

 It's a throne of lies. The facade is off. The war criminals, the neoliberals, the zionists, the genociders (or génocidaires) are in charge. Whoever gets elected is going to be zionist. Winter's coming. We're in for a deadly wild ride. 

 Are we captured in a mass psychosis? Is mass psychosis tantamount to genocide? There must be some way out of this place.

 

What Ahab cannot bear is that the whale goes on living as it pleases, in water he does not command.

Read now, the novel keeps turning towards Palestine. Melville understood how power behaves once it is complete within its own walls. Aboard the Pequod Ahab’s word is law. The harpoons are forged, the course is set, the men drink and swear. The one thing beyond his reach is the thing he has decided to master, and the voyage ends where that decision leads.

Tawfiq Al-Ghussein, Pequod and Palestine

 We're waiting for the return of our bathroom door. Downstairs they're breaking through the wall to join two units, and in other places, even near, they're killing people, and I'm looking in the mirror, wondering if I should trim my beard, so inconsequentially, so random, so specific, so damned normal, but I feel it, I feel it all, and I'm so very glad to feel it all.