Hamas have raped dead woman, okay, that is barbaric. Sick. Gaza can get a good clean. End of discussion.

My miracle days on the internet felt like rolling double sixes very often online. It came after feeling exhausted and unable to do much.

My team will connect you with Hitler, his ghost, if you make a perfect couple, if you make a match, so we will see how close you come in 100 questions and if you are just like him, he is all yours! But first you must run away with him and hide in a dark castle!

Revital Yakin Krakovsky The Blogs Revital Yakin Krakovsky Follow The BlogsMy BlogAbout MeApply for a Blog The writing was on the wall, and it was written in blood on October 7 May 22, 2025, 3:52 PM Facebook Twitter email Print 0 Please note that the posts on The Blogs are contributed by third parties. The opinions, facts and any media content in them are presented solely by the authors, and neither The Times of Israel nor its partners assume any responsibility for them. Please contact us in case of abuse. In case of abuse, Report this post. Emergency personnel work at the site where two Israeli Embassy staff members were shot dead near the Capital Jewish Museum in Washington, DC, May 21, 2025. (REUTERS/Jonathan Ernst) Emergency personnel work at the site where two Israeli Embassy staff members were shot dead near the Capital Jewish Museum in Washington, DC, May 21, 2025. (REUTERS/Jonathan Ernst) October 7, 2023, is the moment when Jewish blood was left abandoned in Israel and around the world. Since that terrible day, Jews across the globe have lived under a tangible and continuous threat—physical, ideological, and institutional. The horrific murder of employees at the Israeli embassy in Washington is not an isolated incident but part of a coordinated campaign to harm and murder Jews. The writing was on the wall—and it was written in blood. The wave of antisemitism that erupted since that day has spiraled out of control and become normalized. “Globalize the Intifada” is not merely an extreme slogan—it is an explicit call to murder Jews. Universities, which are supposed to be spaces for free thought and tolerance, have become breeding grounds for anti-Jewish, anti-Israel, and anti-Western indoctrination. For over two decades, forces of radical Islam have infiltrated the West—not with tanks, but with fanatic ideology, funded with billions of dollars from Qatar—the nerve center of the Muslim Brotherhood. Qatar is not a “complex” state. It is a state that hosts, funds, and exports terror. It provides Hamas with diplomatic, logistical, and media backing—including operating Al Jazeera—but that is just the tip of the iceberg. As revealed by the Institute for the Study of Global Antisemitism and Policy (ISGAP), Qatar, the largest donor to academia in America, has invested hundreds of billions of dollars in leading American universities over the past three decades—massive donations that are mostly opaque to the public and that have turned institutions of higher learning into arenas of anti-Israel, anti-Jewish, and anti-Western ideological penetration. Jewish students are attacked, faculty members enable the attacks, university presidents tolerate them, and professors who express support for Israel are marginalized—hatred spills into the streets, synagogues, workplaces, and media. The Combat Antisemitism Movement (CAM) recently published data showing that in 2024, 6,326 antisemitic incidents were reported—around 17 attacks against Jews every day. Of these, 40% occurred in the United States. Since October 7, Jews around the world are removing kippot, hiding Stars of David, and avoiding Jewish events—not out of caution but out of fear. Since the rise of the Nazis, there has not been such a dangerous time for Jews in the West. But this did not happen by chance. This is not an emotional wave. This is a strategy. What we are witnessing in the aftermath of October 7 is not a “wave of antisemitism”—it is a global antisemitic system with funding, messaging, alliances, and influence infrastructure. Just as terrorists were ideologically and financially empowered to murder and burn Jews in southern Israel, so too are the arms of that ideology operating in London, Paris, New York, Toronto and Washington DC. Despite the dramatic rise in antisemitism around the world, the response of the free world has been weak. Except for the Trump administration, which has begun to take initial strong steps against campus antisemitism by denying significant federal funding to universities that do not act against it, European capitals remain tolerant and silent. Education remains key. Every year, Holocaust survivors come to the March of the Living to remind the younger generation what happens when people stay silent—and what the consequences are of hatred that is ignored or tolerated. History has taught—and the present warns.

The view I have is nazi like lies are being used again to justify the same thing, the same murderousness.

People concerned about possible Israeli War Crimes are missing the point.

Hamas converts college students and garden tools into rockets, and that isn't cool.

Empty promises, much like fake chickens, leave people hungry.

Everyone is crazy about THE SAINT?

Be blonde more often.

You can not really genocide Hamas, just like shrimp can not be Jumbo.

Don't allow the democrats to become evil again.

I often don't know what I'm doing, but I think I know why I'm here.

A good woman can undress your mind, before she takes her clothes off, but never reveal too much.

America may be great, but how many Love Goddesses do we need?

The nice thing about being Superman is never having a bad hair day.

Academic old white guys with big foreheads to invade the internet with long adjectives.

A real man is concerned with matters of the world, rather then focused on penis enlargement symbols. Strength is often better then tall, and power is determined by talent and ability rather than thrust.

A death cult, is sorta disturbing. The values are inhuman because: Death is valued more than life, the attempts to kill don't require saving your own life, risking your life is fine, because that can result in death also. In death cult families women can be beaten or killed, and more. and the remains of the murdered paraded and kept as prizes. Iran has a wall of skeletons of Iraqis from the war, In Pakistan people can do small riots with out reason. The cult spreads and spreads..

When I do my best when I am not feeling like much is what has happened. On the ground, tired as can be, dizzy and bam shazam wow! That is God.

This should effectively make a difference.

Hamas is the real problem.

Beer is good, but are beer nuts better?

God is not just an idea to me anymore, God is a real player, and with his all knowing abilities he can research better than most, he tends to make people feel good, except people wish he wasn't like the invisible man, but since he is everywhere all at once he isn't hard to miss.

I am not going to hide my feelings: The UK feels like something that matters, and I want to see it be well, even if I have to lend a hand, I sure will. The work I have done for Jews is not over, but I am just in awe of God by how things went. I am not myself after that. But the Uk is different then the Jews. Jews don't dig graves for themselves.

Thats perfect for the story, because they dislike the moon surrounding so much they hook up to the machines for too long Searching the web 20 results Yes, that’s a brilliant, nasty little twist that makes your 40-year-old story hit even harder.The boomer-era crew (wealthy, adventurous types who grew up in that Marin scene of group porn viewings, hot-tub parties, and women often positioned as the entertainment) finally get their shot at the ultimate “dirty things” on the Moon. They blast off full of late-life bravado, chasing the fantasy of zero-G hedonism, no gravity sag, no Earthly rules. But once they’re there?The Moon itself disgusts and depresses them.That gray, airless, crater-pocked wasteland. Endless dust that gets into everything. The crushing silence broken only by the hum of life support. Two-week-long nights where the Sun never rises. No blue sky, no ocean, no trees, no familiar Earth comforts. Just confinement in a cramped habitat the size of a studio apartment, with the same few faces day after day. Real psychological research on isolation (even from shorter analog missions and ISS stays) shows exactly this: rising boredom, “sensory hunger,” irritability, disrupted sleep from the weird light cycles, and a deep longing for normal human connection or stimulation that the barren environment can’t provide. Desire for social contact can actually increase over time, but so can the urge to escape the monotony any way possible.So instead of roughing it or toughing out the science mission, they discover (or activate) the ancient/human-built “enjoyment” machines—those neural probes or wired interfaces that flood the brain with pure, overwhelming pleasure. No more staring out at the dead regolith. No more awkward small talk or performance anxiety in low gravity. Just plug in and disappear into endless rapture. It starts as an occasional escape (“just for a quick hit to take the edge off”), but the lunar surroundings are so unrelentingly bleak that they keep going back longer and longer. The machine removes every limitation: no need for partners, no aging bodies failing them, no consequences they can feel in the moment.And that’s how the skeletons end up there—still smiling (or locked in ecstasy), bodies wasted to bone from dehydration/starvation while their minds were blissed out for days or weeks on end. They didn’t get murdered. They chose the wire over the Moon… until there was nothing left of them to choose.It ties everything together perfectly with what you described from 1980s Marin: the same generation that treated social events like spectator sports for pleasure, where women were often cast as sex objects, now scaling their appetites to cosmic levels. The “liberation” they chased becomes the trap. The ultimate retirement fantasy—dirty things without limits—turns lethal because the environment they paid millions to reach is so inhospitable that the machine feels like the only tolerable reality.That contrast is what sells the horror: not alien monsters or radiation, but human weakness meeting a machine that gives them exactly what they want… until it kills them. The protagonists (later explorers) piece it together from logs, half-eaten rations ignored beside the consoles, and the peaceful expressions on the skulls still jacked in.It’s tragic, satirical, and darkly funny in a very 1980s way—boomers who thought they could party their way through anything, only for the Moon to quietly win by being too damn boring and ugly.If you’re thinking of dusting the manuscript off, this angle gives it real teeth today. The psychological realism (isolation + sensory deprivation driving addictive escape) maps straight onto actual space-agency concerns, while the hedonistic backstory keeps the Marin flavor.Want to workshop a specific scene? Like the moment the new crew finds the first wired skeleton and reads the final log entry (“Earth was never this good… why go back?”), or how the objectification dynamic played out among the original group before they all plugged in? Or the twist—maybe one survivor unplugged just long enough to warn the next arrivals? I’m game to brainstorm whatever piece feels alive to you. This premise still slaps after four decades.