Doris Weiss

Brigitte Gabriel just said the quiet part out loud: Jordan is already majority Palestinian… and still refuses them. Why? Because they tried to overthrow the king. Hussein crushed the uprising and expelled tens of thousands. Lebanon took them in. Result: civil war and the near-destruction of the only Christian-majority country in the region. Kuwait took them in. They sided with Saddam. After liberation, Kuwait expelled them. Egypt, after October 7, would rather watch Gazans die in Hamas tunnels than open the border. Saudi Arabia has air-conditioned tent cities that can house a million people sitting empty 11 months a year… and still says no. Every single Arab country that has lived with large Palestinian populations learned the same lesson the hard way. Meanwhile the West keeps importing the problem and acting shocked when the results follow. They know. We pretend not to. That’s how you lose. 🇮🇱

You want one good reason why Israel should exist? Look in the mirror, you’re exactly that reason... 🫵🇮🇱

🇮🇱 Forces from the 'Yehuda Arrow' unit of the Judea and Samaria District arrested four Palestinian residents of Hebron, suspected of animal abuse, after footage from a wedding in Hebron (attached in video where a camel was severely abused) was published on social media.

*Porte-parole de la police 🇮🇱:* *Maltraitance animale choquante lors d’un mariage palestinien - Arrestations rapides :* *Les forces de l’unité Hetz Yehuda du district chiite ont récemment arrêté quatre Palestiniens résidant à Hébron, dont le marié, soupçonnés de maltraitance animale, après la diffusion en ligne d’une vidéo de l’incident. Les suspects ont été conduits au poste de police pour être interrogés.* Ces derniers jours, la police a reçu une vidéo diffusée sur les réseaux sociaux montrant un mariage à Hébron. On y voit plusieurs individus maltraiter un jeune chameau, le forçant à boire diverses boissons et faisant preuve de violence à son égard. Dès réception de la vidéo, la police du commissariat de Yalpa a ouvert une enquête et mené des opérations de renseignement afin d’identifier les auteurs de ces actes. Entre-temps, après que leur identité a été révélée hier soir et qu’une opération offensive a été mise en place pour les arrêter, ce matin, des détectives et des membres de l’unité «Flèche de Juda» du YASAM ont mené un raid à leur domicile et arrêté quatre suspects principaux : deux habitants d’Hébron âgés de 59 et 53 ans, ainsi que leurs fils âgés de 27 et 26 ans, dont l’un est le marié. Les suspects ont été transférés au commissariat d’Hébron, dans la région de Yehuda, pour y être interrogés. *La police israélienne agira sans hésitation contre toute personne soupçonnée de maltraitance animale, comme l’ont fait à plusieurs reprises les forces de l’ordre du district «S» en Judée-Samarie. Dans cette affaire, il s’agit d’un cas de maltraitance manifeste au cours duquel un chameau a été abreuvé de boissons alcoolisées. Les suspects ont été arrêtés et transférés pour interrogatoire, afin qu’ils soient traduits en justice avec toute la rigueur de la loi.* Pièce jointe : Documentation relative à l’opération menée ce matin par l’unité « Flèche de Juda » pour l’arrestation des suspects. *Crédit photo : Porte-parole de la police*

🚨🇮🇱 ÚLTIMA HORA: La Policía israelí detuvo al novio y a varios invitados de una boda en Hebrón, sospechosos de maltratar brutalmente a un camello, al que obligaron a beber distintas bebidas mientras lo golpeaban. La agresión quedó grabada en vídeo y desató una investigación.

Israeli police arrested four Palestinians, including a groom, on suspicion of abusing a young camel at a wedding in Hebron.

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Every time I see them whining about the rain, I remember them in this video, running frantically toward us. How, at that very moment, we were still celebrating the holiday, until these bloodthirsty monsters arrived.

'Palestinian' culture: Attendees at a Muslim wedding in Hebron abused several camels, and one had an energy drink forced down its throat. Attendees then beat it with a stick. 📹 JSR Situation Room

BREAKING: Norwegian public prosecutor considers glorification of Hamas’s October 7 massacre a “legitimate political expression” – rejects @StoppNRK’s appeal! Norway and Turkey are the only European countries that have not designated Hamas as a terrorist organization under national law.

This AI-generated video has 350,000 likes on TikTok, meaning that many people believe Gaza is in the middle of a snowstorm and people are freezing to death. The gullibility is unbelievable.

Liesbes @ZDF , Warum werden nicht die Fakten bei Hamas Pressemitteilungen geprüft? Den "Starkregen" gab es nur in den von der Hamas kontrollierten Gebieten, nicht in den IDF kontrollierten Gebieten. Ein meterologisches Eunder . zdfheute.de/politik/ausland/… @PresseratDE

🌞❤️ Good morning from our beautiful, extraordinary souls! 🐾🫏🐈🐎 Some cannot see. Some cannot walk properly. Others live with disabilities that make every day a challenge. But look at them! ❤️ They still love, trust, play and enjoy life. Their disabilities do not define them. To everyone who supports us, donates, comments and shares our stories, thank you from the bottom of my heart. ❤️ 🙏 Please never underestimate the power of sharing. Every repost helps us reach new people, gain followers and find potential sponsors who can help us rescue and care for more animals. Your one share could change an animal's entire life. 🐾❤️ Wishing you all a beautiful morning filled with kindness and hope! 🌸 ❤️ Donate: tawf.org.uk/donate

A mother and her baby desperately need your help. 💔🫏 Today, an elderly donkey arrived at our sanctuary with her baby boy, barely a year old. Her condition was horrifying. Both ears were severely swollen and infested with maggots. Deep holes had formed in both shoulders, with bone visibly exposed. The cause? The very harness meant to protect her. Its broken fittings and enormous exposed screws had been digging into her bones. Imagine the agony this poor old mother endured! Her owner came only for treatment. We begged him to admit her, but he refused. After heated arguments, he finally agreed—provided he could take her baby to pull the same deadly cart that had destroyed his mother's body! The baby is far too young and tiny even to fit that cart. I couldn't allow it. After shouting, pleading and involving local villagers, we managed to keep them both. Then came the most beautiful transformation. ❤️ Look at them outside our gates—terrified, heads lowered, eyes closed. Now look at them just minutes inside! The baby found himself surrounded by donkeys his own age, like a child arriving at a playground with a football, delighted to find so many friends! His elderly mother walked straight to the food trolley, eating so confidently and peacefully, as though she'd lived here forever. This was barely ten minutes after arriving! Outside our gates, fear and suffering. Inside, safety, friendship and peace. This is the life they deserve, not that deadly cart. But their freedom is only temporary. 💔 The owner may return tomorrow demanding them back. He doesn't want a motorised cart, as he only uses his donkey to collect fodder, not for business. This elderly mother can never return to that harness, and her baby is far too young to work. We must secure their permanent release. Please, can you help us save them for good? We urgently need sponsors for their treatment, food and ongoing care, and possibly funds to negotiate their legal release. Even £5 could help. Please donate, sponsor them or share their story. They deserve a future together, free from suffering. ❤️ Donate: tawf.org.uk/donate I'm sorry I couldn't add English subtitles or a voiceover today. It's been an incredibly busy day, so I've shared their story here instead.

Me esborrachei de rir deste texto (autor anônimo): Estou numa idade em que cuidar da saúde virou um esporte radical. Se como açúcar, a glicose sobe. Se como sal, a pressão sobe. Se vejo o preço dos remédios, sobem as duas. Se bebo água, vou ao banheiro a cada cinco minutos. Se não bebo, fico desidratado. Já estou pensando em colocar uma televisão no banheiro e assumir aquilo como sala de estar. Se como, engordo. Se não como, fico fraco. Se como só salada, fico triste. E, se fico triste, como. O médico mandou ouvir meu corpo. Fui ouvir: é só reclamação. Parece reunião de condomínio. Se faço exercício, no dia seguinte preciso de ajuda para sentar. Se não faço, preciso de ajuda para levantar. Estou pagando academia para descobrir de qual jeito prefiro sofrer. Se durmo muito, as costas doem. Se durmo pouco, viro um zumbi. Se durmo de mau jeito, passo três dias olhando para a esquerda. Aliás, descobri que é possível se machucar dormindo. Antigamente eu tinha que cair de bicicleta. Hoje basta escolher o travesseiro errado. Se tomo café, não durmo. Se não tomo, não funciono. Meu organismo está igual carro velho: demora a pegar e, quando pega, ninguém sabe o que está fazendo aquele barulho. De manhã, eu já não acordo… eu ressuscito. Primeiro abro os olhos, depois confiro quais peças vieram junto. Sento na beira da cama e espero o sistema reconhecer os joelhos. E a memória? Está ótima! Só não lembro onde deixei. Outro dia entrei num cômodo e esqueci o que ia fazer. Voltei para lembrar e esqueci de onde tinha vindo. Aproveitei que estava em pé e fui ao banheiro. Mas precisamos levar a vida com leveza. Ficar sozinho e sem conversar não faz bem. Comentei isso com o micro-ondas e a torradeira enquanto tomávamos café. Os dois concordaram. A torradeira até ficou emocionada e pulou o pão. Com a máquina de lavar eu não converso mais: ela distorce tudo e depois fica dando voltas no mesmo assunto. A geladeira é fria, mas reconheço que é a única que acende quando me vê. O ferro de passar é muito esquentado. O forno também. E o aspirador só aparece para sugar a minha energia. Meu melhor amigo agora é o sofá. Ele me acolhe sem fazer perguntas. O problema é que depois não quer me soltar. Então vamos rir enquanto ainda lembramos da piada! Quanto às fases da vida, adotei uma classificação bem simples: Até os 50, a gente faz planos. Depois dos 50, faz exames. Depois dos 70, compara os resultados com os amigos. Depois dos 90, pode comer o bolo inteiro: quem quiser reclamar vai ter que chegar até lá primeiro! E agora vou encerrar porque levantei para fazer alguma coisa. Se alguém souber o que era, me avise.