Laith Marouf on the ground in Lebanon, the criminal entity using 'Al Qaeda' proxies to fight their 'war'.
https://www.youtube.com/live/9_5mFbhglRE?si=bf0FZEJJfsglWPxQ
Laith Marouf on the ground in Lebanon, the criminal entity using 'Al Qaeda' proxies to fight their 'war'.
https://www.youtube.com/live/9_5mFbhglRE?si=bf0FZEJJfsglWPxQ
In a shameful move, abandoning south Lebanon's Christians and putting them back into the hands of Israel, the Lebanese army has left Debl and is preparing to leave Rmeich and other towns
They are abandoned south Lebanon to set the stage for long term occupation
Notice how none of these M113 have their machine gun installed? This is what Israel allows and the U.S enables. We are not allowed to have real security, only submission
Gaza, here we come.
Or not.
March 29, 0815
Two critical attacks during early morning on Zionist Regime assets in West Asia:
1)Saudi AWACS plane(s) targeted.

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Another airstrike on Iran’s Isfahan University of Technology
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Israeli media: Initial reports of secondary explosions at (one of) the targeted factories in Be’er Sheva. 
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Ne'ot Hovav (Hebrew: נאות חובב, lit. 'Abodes of Hovav'), formerly Ramat Hovav, is an industrial zone in southern occupied Palestine and the site of Israel's main hazardous waste disposal facility. Ramat Hovav Industrial Zone is the locus of 19 chemical factories, including Makhteshim Agan, a pesticide plant; Teva Pharmaceutical Industries, a pharmaceuticals plant; Israel Chemicals, a bromine plant.
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Ne'ot Hovav (Hebrew: נאות חובב, lit. 'Abodes of Hovav'), formerly Ramat Hovav, is an industrial zone in southern occupied Palestine and the site of Israel's main hazardous waste disposal facility. Ramat Hovav Industrial Zone is the locus of 19 chemical factories, including Makhteshim Agan, a pesticide plant; Teva Pharmaceutical Industries, a pharmaceuticals plant; Israel Chemicals, a bromine plant.🇮🇷Mehdi Hasan asked Iran’s FM spokesman about Amnesty International accusing the Iranian government of "massacres" of Iranian “protesters”
The predictions of their manifestation would be of "competing in the building of tall buildings." Mere bedouin balling. Really balling.
These bases were never going to protect them. They were outposts to be called into use once the Shia were subdued. And that is entirely possible that the Shia crescent will fall to this truly evil regime led by false Jews who call themselves Jews so they can spread their devil's brew throughout the last remnant in the world of "Monotheism". They are all athiests, enemies of Allah and of each other.
Allah tells many stories in the Quran. It's misleading in a sense...one is lulled into the perception of Fairy Tales, "tales of the ancients". Go look though...the tales of the ancients are in the record. You pay good money to walk among the ruins. And you deny, deny, deny. Ok, have it your way.
You must ask yourself however why these "Kings" in the house of Al Saud allowed a military installation to be named Al Kharj? It translates to "the hidden ones".
You have been warned, over and over and over. This isn't your first rodeo. This is your last one.
🇧🇭 One of the roads in Bahrain was blocked and tires were set on fire in protest against the murder of the young man, Sayed Mohammed Al-Musawi, by the Bahraini regime, which is closely aligned with the Israeli entity.
This in response to an uprising on the small island that serves as the 'playground' for the rich Saudis. Footage below:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1e1hRivh2kPX4UJCmdlcJolT8OsW5HD00/view?usp=drive_link
Interview with HZB official, censored and derived from sourced material via Trench. Link below.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1u93rcLVY1ZX6LD_WOVdFYnch__2nHu4g/view?usp=sharing
Allah, please give me a little bit of wisdom from your wisdom,
a share of the water from your seas, a piece of the sky
from your spaces. Give me as much as I can hold of grace
from your grace, honesty from your truth, bravery
from your power. Extend to me your pardon
for the property I've stolen from your ownership,
the deed to my heart is yours, the wealth
in which I graze belongs not to me
and for this, a small dua, in this
empty hand I hold.
Ode to Upchurch
"I like my poems. They’re
as good as rocks." - Alice Notley, Mysteries of Small Houses
Bud had all boys
across from Whitehead's
furniture store where Pegasus
delivered lightning
when we stopped
to fuel the Impala.
I didn't know then what I know now,
and we trusted all those boys of his
not to jerk us around.
We shoulda asked Juanita.
Dad clutched and signed
a slip and moved on,
drunk or not, you all moved on
lunging left and right
pulling out and pulling in
to the Hitching Post
next door with a real one
right out front.
Patio orange for the kids,
blood and bar towels for the rest.
All those ponies and Medusa
riding shotgun, near the wheel.
Here in the prime magnetic moment
so few and so deliberate, I won't say
I told you so but I told you so.
Yes, the secrets were secrets not
kept that way with purpose
but by definition of the secret itself,
out of our hands, completely out of our hands.
There is no forgiveness from the one
who has not the power to forgive.
There is no reward from the one
who has no power to render promises.
The magnetic moment shall pass again
and again until it freezes up and folds
into the homochirality of the records.
Time and the axis of time spins
on the axis of non time.
Given enough time there'd be one each of everything
to fashion into a line.
An Easy Riff
Along with JFK which, although I was only just past my first birthday, I do remember...there's the Bob Cranes, the Don Bolles and now, the Rob Reiner's I remember.
Not because of their fame or importance
to me but because of the violence.
The carnage of Sabra and Shatilla,
the blue faced bodies of Halabja,
Elie Hobeika before he reached
the Hague, the car that lodged
above the mezzenine
of the St. George Hotel, warnings
one and all, blatant and yet
some still blame the religions
when in truth, it is their absence.
Fiction Section
"Just now the reader of the letter
Tells of the writer's swift descent
fron wealth to want."
- Edgar Lee Masters, Arabel
When the only benefit inverts,
the thrift store is lending
jewelry and pots and pans and books,
the still dead lie freezing in December
a stone's throw away in plots
called Memory Gardens
amok wid weeds and dreadfully faded
artificial flowers, broken dollarstore vases,
the pattern of shoes and always,
one man standing too far away
to see who he is, the books
were merely old gossip
and seldom worth the paper,
on the so-what number of pages.
Generation
Of all the greens in the world
under gas soaked walls
I can still gather the smell
of ramshackle, holed up in there
nose close to the previous generation
buried down by the dairy,
our mother
sat us in the corner for spitting.
Of all the greens
gunboat to glade, an ormolu
one only sees in swamps,
as if a whole village built itself
of nothing but grass and chaw,
tucked as it were into the gullet,
"Although found in good authors, ... is retained,
in this country as in England, only by the illiterate."
saved for later, for the infinite
scrape of dawn bird and siren,
and nothing more than grease.
Of all the greens to spachtel a room
they chose that one, the color of hospitals.
We had no pantry or closet nor guests
and painted our shoes, yes
saved our lids and jars,
spent our pennies,
worshipped our Gods, and you?
Delusion
Talking to my children this morning, the children that have seen three invasions, three escapes, three traumas.....well none of that can compare to this in Gaza. No but when it comes to tasting that bitter boneless cake we know exactly about the texture and flavor. Even Israel knows it well and have it as a creed: Never Again. The one thing I hear often on the few newscasts that I pay attention to, so accustomed I've become to this ongoing problem that appears to descend from the battles of brutal Assyrian kings...I notice when they ask, "who is going to rule Gaza after this is over?" I don't bother answering because afterall, it's a script and a TV screen. I have spent way too much time shouting at those actors who go home to their lakeside properties in windy cities with mass transit, arriving home to martinis and fettucine. Who are they to ask questions when it is the case that they work in front of butcher shops for the butcher selling knives? Why are they even asking? Do they expect a response or are they scheduled to give one? It is no secret, I have the answer. Are they trying to pry it out of me? They know I know the answer, they stare at me all day feigning ignorance. Memory. Memory is going to rule Gaza. It always has.
The oddest thing happened yesterday. I was receiving a new dresser so had to get ready...reorganize all those drawers that had become repositories of history, evidence of past poetry readings, my three Nikons (I'm having no memory of ever obtaining the second two, wth?)....and I came upon this. Only a vague memory of picking it up somewhere in town. Apparently from 2011.