In the confusion you point somewhere, into the darkness, perhaps where your heart is, and device rather than weep about me, twisting lies and dreams into a heap of rot, and they cook it in a pot, the pains impossible to bear, so to wash away the darkness of they would repair, in chains against a cliff in pain, with nothing to their name, a soul and mind almost gone, the play continues, they sing along.

Since October 7 my world has become more Jewish and much can be shared on that..

It is dictators that commit the most serious crimes.

To test if you are a robot.

It seems that we need to invest more in what's great in America? Hmmm?