Benjamin Netanyahu has said he has given orders to the Israeli army to seize control of 70% of the Gaza Strip in a move that threatens to torpedo an already fragile ceasefire and create catastrophic humanitarian conditions in the already devastated territory.
In recent days, Israeli-backed armed militias have taken a leading role in emptying the territory along the ceasefire line, telling residents to vacate their homes or shelters.
Throughout the eight months of the ceasefire, Israeli forces have continued to open fire on Palestinians within range of the “yellow line” splitting the strip, and carry out airstrikes deeper inside western Gaza, killing more than 900 Palestinians since the truce began
The audience started chanting 100… 100…
Bibi nonchalantly rebukes, one thing at a time.
Trump would suggest 1000 or 1500 percent. Make Gaza a black hole. Not a white hole, no. A poor, terrible black hole for black people. Am I right or am I white, folks, come on! While Elon Musk continues to bastardize the phrase, “I throw my hands up.”
And suddenly from somewhere Miley Cyrus starts singing…
Hop off the jet with their red MAGA caps,
Constitution folded up like toilet paper scraps,
Welcome to the land of the debt and rage,
Everybody screaming, it’s all the rage.
Gold spray tan with the thousand-yard stare,
Truth getting farked by the corporate data share,
Saw Elon dancing like a loading screen,
Launching meme coins from a trampoline.
So I throw my hands up,
Hospitals closing again,
Healthcare can’t be found,
Schools are hunting grounds,
Even USAID getting fed to the flames,
Kids learning climate change from livestreamed hurricanes! And unprecedented heat waves!
But I know it’s gonna be okay…
That’s what the White House spokesperson said yesterday. And Trump always tells it how it is.
Yeah, it’s fascism in the U-S-A,
Golden statues swaying while the markets decay,
Everybody yelling “freedom isn’t free,”
While we couldn’t afford it anyway.
Throw my hands up, motherfucker pass the bong,
Somehow billionaires are suddenly “working class strong,”
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s fascism in the U-S-A.
Welcome to the land of the endless spin,
Where every scandal gets recycled again,
Elon dancing like he owns Mars tonight,
Tweeting through the ketamine satellite.
Butterflies gone, now it’s drones in the sky,
Corporate sponsors waving little flags goodbye,
History teachers chain-smoking offstage,
Watching irony die of old age.
And the crowd goes wild for the giant screens,
Explaining war crimes with marketing schemes,
Every slogan tested by branding teams,
Every nightmare sponsored by American dreams.
So I just throw up,
Facts fade away,
Every press conference feels AI-generated today,
Yeah… it’s fascism in the U-S-A.