R. I. P. Charles

A year and a couple of weeks ago, you lost your youngest son.
A year and a couple of weeks ago you gave up on life.
A week and a couple days ago you took your last breath and I was there.

Tonight I was graced with the (unexpected) presence of your remaining son.
Tonight I have listened in patience to the rumblings of a lost soul .
Tonight I have tried to accommodate he who thought he was enlightened.
Tonight I have lost my temper and was about to shove my foot up his arse.
Tonight I realized that false messiahs are part of the family.
Tonight I am conscious that you surely died in vain.
For tonight I have realized that the legacy you wanted to leave was never meant to be.

71 years of age and an eager sense to repent did not alleviate the failure you took to your grave.
As for the rest, Oh well...... life goes on. R.I.P dear uncle Charles, for you are better off dead than living amongst those arses, HIM included.

In the name of Palestine

If some of you still wonder why I was not able to shed any tear while watching the news early this year; here is a glimpse of some of the reasons why. From the PLO, Fatah, Al Saika, ..etc, all the way to Hamas, even omitting what took place outside my comfort zone (Achille Lauro, Brussels, Athens...etc)

This is where it began


This is when "sisterly" relations became incestuous


And these are a few samples why I lost all tolerance and hope.











Yes I know from the start what many of you will say, and once again I do not give a flying fuck (not to be mistaken by a kassam or a katyusha rocket); but I have raised my son differently.
To those child murderers (who wont understand, or seek to understand) I leave you with the following (and may you rot in hell).