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BREAKING: The International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) has started the process of receiving the three captives held by Hamas in Gaza, reports Israeli Channel 12.
BREAKING: The International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) has started the process of receiving the three captives held by Hamas in Gaza, reports Israeli Channel 12.
If you expressed “negative sentiment” toward insurance companies on social media following the murder of UnitedHealthcare’s CEO last month, the government was watching:
If you expressed “negative sentiment” toward insurance companies on social media following the murder of UnitedHealthcare’s CEO last month, the government was watching:
A new ICC pre-trial judge issues arrest warrants for Israeli PM Netanyahu, ex-defence minister Gallant, and Hamas leader Mohammad Deif for crimes against humanity and war crimes.
A new ICC pre-trial judge issues arrest warrants for Israeli PM Netanyahu, ex-defence minister Gallant, and Hamas leader Mohammad Deif for crimes against humanity and war crimes.
We're about a decade in to this weird narrative where apparently centrists will always be driven right by us on the left but are somehow magically never driven left by the far-right.
November 19, 2024 at 7:51 AM
We're about a decade in to this weird narrative where apparently centrists will always be driven right by us on the left but are somehow magically never driven left by the far-right.
Survival isn't a win; not even close. It's a burden that I’m forced to carry, piece by piece, memory by memory, day after day, one word at a time, something I feel in my chest, my bones, my coffee—a heaviness that never goes away.
It's messy, twisted, something both holy and haunted. I’ve tasted it
Survival isn't a win; not even close. It's a burden that I’m forced to carry, piece by piece, memory by memory, day after day, one word at a time, something I feel in my chest, my bones, my coffee—a heaviness that never goes away.
It's messy, twisted, something both holy and haunted. I’ve tasted it