Steve Felson @SteveFelson

Yesterday, I found a chink in the armor of a pro-Palestinian antizionist march in downtown Boston. One, middle-aged woman (me) with an Israeli flag blew the march to pieces. I wasn’t planning on leading a hate march with an Israeli flag. My friends had decided it was too dangerous for us as a group to do a counter demonstration against the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP) at the steps of the Massachusetts State House in downtown Boston. So I went by myself and for the first twenty minutes, I stood on the other side of their demonstration. The two hundred or so Fedayeen watermelon people scoffed at me. One spat on my shoes, many gave me the finger but mainly they laughed at me. I stood in front of ten apathetic Boston police officers. But many Jews gave me the thumbs up and even some non-Jews clapped and took photos. The marchers then proceeded down the main street of Boston, Beacon Street, with their loudspeakers, screaming “from the river to the sea” “Intifada Revolution, and “No to a Jewish state.” It was then that I saw the chink in the armor, that is the American or let’s say the Bostonian obsession with the freedom to march, which the antizionists smartly exploit. I realized that the Boston police would allow me to march directly in front of the terrorists with my Israeli flag. The optics were fantastic. It looked like one brave Israeli woman, proudly holding her Israeli flag, was winning the battle against two hundred hated-filled terrorists behind her (I think the terrorists were completely stunned by my brazen act). I fight in the style of the Hunger Games not The Matrix. In Catching Fire, Wiress and Beetee realize the Quarter Quell arena is designed like a clock. Beetee uses the Capitol's own arena lightning trap to blow up the forcefield. I single-handedly turned the anti-Israel march into a pro-Israel march. One person, by locating the chink in the armour. Many Israelis came forward to ask me if I needed protection. Jews cheered me on and gave me a thumbs up. And many non-Jews clapped on my behalf. The non-Jewish Zionists, they were out there too. They watched me. They were inspired by bravery and conviction. Fight the way you know how. Find the chink in the armour. Am Yisrael Chai🇮🇱🫶

This woman is a hero.

Every single person waving a Palestinian flag today is an ignorant, amoral, brainwashed, Jew-hating, scumbag. Pass it on.

@inthemoneypod @Cole_Smead Ask him what does it mean when he says "History doesn't repeat itself it rhymes ".Thanks.Steve

Kim Damti. I wonder if the Irish football team and those trying to boycott the Israel/Ireland football team thought of her? She was an Irish Citizen 🇮🇪 and murdered by Palestinian Terrorists on October 7th. Here is her story and some words from the heart from her family: She was at the Nova Festival. Her mother said Kim called her at 6:30 a.m. as Hamas was attacking the party, and asked: “Mummy, what should I do?” Her son took the phone and told her to seek shelter, and that was the last they heard from her. Her body was discovered several days later, and she was buried in Gedera on October 12. Damti is survived by her parents, Jennifer and Gidon, and four siblings. Her family owns the well-known Falafel Damti stand in Gedera, where Kim grew up. Her cousin, Hadas Damti Padlon, described Kim as “beloved, beautiful and good, whose only sin was going to a party to dance and enjoy.” “Kimmy was a source of pride and joy to her parents and siblings,” she wrote. “Kim was a beautiful, gentle, light-filled girl, there was nobody who didn’t love her, she was a ray of sunshine in the world!” Her relative, Nasrin Damti, described Kim as “my angel… I am broken and destroyed and cannot believe that I won’t get to see your beautiful smile anymore. My Kimmy, you were the angel of the family and especially of me. Watch over us from above, and give us the strength to deal with the horrible pain.” At her funeral, her brother Daniel Damti eulogized her and spoke of her final moments. “Kimmy, our flower, my little sister… you were always full of generosity. You left for the party and I told you, ‘Go, have fun, this is your time.'” He said they last spoke at 7 a.m. and she told him she was hiding out in a shelter, “and I was relieved. I didn’t know that that’s where it would end.” “You will always stay in my heart, smart and pure, I’ll never forget you. I promise you I’ll protect everyone, the whole family. Our angel, you will always stay beautiful in our memories,” he said. At the ceremony, her sister, Emily Damti, lamented the loss of “Kimmy, my little sister, my sunshine, my flower girl, my successful, beautiful sister. I can’t get your smile out of my head. I can’t imagine summing up your life when you just started living.” Emily said she “received a gift to spend 22 years by your side, I was privileged to be your sister. You managed to do so much during that time, an excellent student, who also found time for fun… What a treasure was stolen from me. I wanted to do so many more things with you… I will always remember you dancing with a smile on your face. My angel.” May her memory be a blessing 🕯️

@RobynUrback Probably more than 5

@SelinaMRobinson You are 100% correct

My name is Osher Barzilay, and I was a 19-year-old Jewish teenage when I was killed by Hamas in 2023. I fell in battle when the Nahal Oz military base came under siege by Palestinians during the 10/7 terror attack. My name means "joy" in Hebrew. Will you remember me?

British politician doesn’t hold back: “On 9/11, 19 hijackers cried ‘Allahu Akbar’ as they murdered 3,000 people. On 7/7, British Muslim bombers slaughtered 52 on the London Tube. Ilan Halimi — tortured 24 days and burned alive. A rabbi and Jewish children gunned down in Toulouse. Charlie Hebdo. London Bridge. Manchester. Kosher supermarket in Paris. Dishonest people say ‘it’s not Islam, it’s extremism.’ Extreme what? Extreme Jainism? Extreme Quakerism? The killers quoted your holy book. They said it themselves.” The pattern is clear. The fear of even saying it out loud is the proof. #AmYisraelChai #StandWithIsrael

Einav Burstein was only 39 when she was brutally murdered by Hamas while fleeing the music festival on October 7. Don’t forget her.

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King David @KingDavid9y

2 months ago

💔 Alisia Levin from Karmiel, 34 years old, was murdered on October 7, 2023, by Hamas terrorists while trying to flee the Nova/Supernova Festival. Her car was found abandoned near Kibbutz Mefalsim (Miflasim). Her body was identified only after about a week. She was buried in

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My name is Petr Haim. I was born in Prague in 1928. I was deported from the Theresienstadt Ghetto to Auschwitz #OTD 6 September 1943. I did not survive. This photograph is all that remains of me. Please #NeverForget

She was 27 years old. Twenty-seven. An age when you are supposed to be planning what comes next, not making peace with the end. Her name was Honor Elizabeth Wainio. Everyone called her Lizz. And on September 11, 2001, in the final minutes of her life, Lizz did something almost incomprehensible. She tried to comfort everyone else. Just two days earlier, she had been in Paris. She had walked the Champs-Élysées. She had attended a friend’s wedding in Florence. She had stepped inside a church and lit a candle for her grandmother. She once told her mother that if she ever got to see Paris, she could die happy. She had no idea how haunting those words would become. On September 11, Lizz boarded United Airlines Flight 93 in Newark, headed for San Francisco. She had a career. People who loved her. Plans waiting for her on the other side of that flight. Then, at 9:28 that morning, everything changed. The cockpit was overtaken. The aircraft plunged. Passengers were forced toward the rear. Then the people aboard Flight 93 began making phone calls. And they learned the truth. Other aircraft had struck the World Trade Center. Another had struck the Pentagon. Suddenly these ordinary Americans understood something terrifying. Nobody was coming to negotiate their way out of this. Their airplane itself was the weapon. Someone handed Lizz a phone and told her: “Call someone you love.” Think about that sentence. Not call the police. Not call your employer. Not call somebody who can fix this. Call someone you love. Because time was disappearing. Lizz called her stepmother, Esther. And somehow, with everything happening around her, this 27-year-old woman turned her attention away from herself. She said: “This is going to be so much harder for you than it is for me.” That sentence wrecks me. Because imagine the love required to stare directly into your own final moments and think first about the people who will have to wake up tomorrow without you. Lizz wasn’t asking to be comforted. She was comforting them. She told Esther: “I’m gonna be with Grandma.” The same grandmother for whom she had lit a candle in Europe only days earlier. There is something almost numinous about that. Then, aboard Flight 93, ordinary people began doing something extraordinary. They understood what was happening. They understood what the hijackers intended. And they made a decision. If they could not save themselves, they might still save people they would never meet. Parents. Children. Secretaries. Police officers. Tourists. People walking through Washington who would never know the names of the strangers fighting for them thousands of feet above Pennsylvania. Flight attendant Sandra Bradshaw told her husband she was preparing boiling water. Todd Beamer prayed the Lord’s Prayer. Then came the words America would remember: “Let’s roll.” These were not soldiers boarding that airplane that morning. They were ordinary Americans. They had luggage. Appointments. Families. Wedding memories. Vacations. Coffee cups. Plans for Wednesday. And suddenly history placed an impossible burden upon them. They carried it anyway. Lizz returned to the phone one final time. “They’re getting ready to break into the cockpit. I have to go. I love you. Good-bye.” Read those words slowly. “I have to go.” She knew where she was going. She knew what those passengers were preparing to do. And still: “I love you.” At 10:03 a.m., Flight 93 came down in a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania. It never reached Washington. Forty passengers and crew did not come home. But countless other Americans did. That distinction matters. Today, at the Flight 93 National Memorial, the Tower of Voices contains 40 wind chimes. Forty individual voices. Forty human beings. Not statistics. Not merely names carved into stone. Sons. Daughters. Mothers. Fathers. Husbands. Wives. Friends.

Katerina Tavgen Goldman was only 26 when she was brutally murdered by Hamas while fleeing the music festival on October 7. Don’t forget her.

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Rinat Hodaya Zigdon was only 23 when she was brutally murdered by Hamas while fleeing the music festival on October 7. Don’t forget her.

My name is Ofer Ron, and I was 70-years-old when Hamas terrorists broke into my home, dragged me out of my safe room, and shot me me twice to death in my living room. I died in Kibbutz Kissufim; I was one of the the first babies to be born there. Can you remember me? 🕯️

@Martyupnorth Quebec needs jobs,Liberals need votes is the answer

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Michael C @Michaeach3

2 months ago

The death cult ruling Iran reportedly wants to execute 18-year-old Niloufar Esfahani. She was detained in Qazvin and has reportedly been denied access to a lawyer and contact with her family. The Islamic Republic treats defenseless young women like enemies of the state. Her

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