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I just wanted to let y'all know that whenever one of them sees even the smallest expression of Palestinian solidarity it absolutely wrecks their shit.

My Zionist coworkers have worked themselves up into a frenzy about not just the phrase Free Palestine ("genocidal"), but also keffiyehs ("genocidal"), and even cartoon watermelons ("reminds them of Germany in the 1930's"). These aren't grifters or online trolls. These are seemingly normal people, some of whom I've worked with for most of a decade, who are absolutely losing their fucking minds, and are completely convinced that any reference to Palestine is by definition anti-Semitic and a direct attack on them personally. They have complained to our boss, they have complained to our union, they have snuck into someone's room and taken down a pro-Palestinian display. They are refusing to enter a room that has a watermelon displayed. They feel unsafe. They are losing sleep, they are bursting into tears. Its genuinely bizarre to witness.

I have a small watermelon up in my room and felt guilty that I wasn't doing more, but apparently this seemingly mild gesture has the power of a thousand Hamas supersoldiers. Keep it up comrades.

If it sounds like I'm making this up, I honestly can't blame you. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't been watching this play out.

Some write in candidate for city council dropped off cards advertising his campaign on the vestibule of my. The English one is just a generic independent crank stuff about government waste and corruption. But then I took a look at the Spanish one and it's a full-on fucking fascist screed about Satan and drag queens corrupting your sons and daughters. Truly

Anyway it's very funny, but then I realized I can't post it because it would be too personally identifying

There are two more of these music videos apparently

Also the cops are suing him over it

This is what I woke up to this morning. Principal sent a generic email about the conflict, Muslim coworker responded, Jewish coworker responded to that. Principal stepped into tell everyone to shut the fuck up before it started to get out of hand.

All I have to say is that a lot of American Jews are generic progressive libs on most issues and are about ten degrees to the right of Adolph Hitler if you ask them about Palestine.

Edit: A couple of people have warned me about possible doxxing from this post, so I'm taking down the images.

And now he calls me comrade all the time. It rules

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About ten years ago I bought a used copy of The Rainbow by D.H. Lawrence at an English bookstore in foreign country. This month I finally got around to reading it.

All this time I've been carrying this note around from house to house and country to country.