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Shock and grief has reverberated through the congregation of Temple Etz Chaim since one of its longtime members, Paul Kessler, fell and fatally struck his head during dueling Israel-Hamas war protests

           

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Save Gaza before it's too late

The humanitarian reality in the Gaza Strip has reached an unprecedented level of deterioration, to the point where it is considered a completely disaster zone, due to the crime of mass starvation practiced by this Nazi occupation against our people, along with the war of extermination and ethnic cleansing.

This call may be the last before the service sectors collapse completely, as the next few hours are crucial in terms of the medical system stopping completely, and after an almost complete cessation of the service work system in terms of the municipalities’ ability to supply citizens with water, open closed streets, or transport waste.

We address this appeal to the people of our nation and to every free person in the world who still maintains his humanity, that immediate and urgent action must be taken to save the Gaza Strip and its inhabitants from this holocaust that has been continuing for 34 days. Either you recognize our people and our people now, now, otherwise it will be of no use to you to regret after leaving an entire people being killed by starvation. Thirst and illness after this occupier used his military arsenal to kill and slaughter him.

Government Media Office
November 9, 2023 AD


What does an American on American soil have to do with exercising 1st amendment rights without being hurt?
As far as I'm concerned, America isn't owned by Palestinians. California is not in Gaza or the West Bank.
It's in the US and anyone who is living here or visiting here has to respect the laws. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO KILL ANOTHER PERSON FOR THEIR BELIEFS.
Im defending the Jew because he was killed. You're defending a murderer.
PLEASE DO NOT VISIT THE US WE DONT NEED YOURE TOURIST MONEY.
You get the Azzhole of the week award for your moronic comments.


Ceasefire =
Regroup - Reorganize - Resupply (using the influx of humanitarian aid) for Hamas!

Ceasefire will only be observed by Israel and thus puts the IDF in grave danger!!

Hamas will pick which hostages will give them the biggest PR benefit.

For the possibility of maybe 10-15 hostages Hamas wants 3-5 days of "Ceasefire".

Westerners are foolish. Western politicians need to let Israel fight on Israel's terms because if Hamas is not destroyed. It's Israel's citizens at risk not Americans or any other country!

No ceasefire without the return of ALL HOSTAGES!!

I fully support ALL efforts and methods to protect and keep safe the citizens of Israel from terrorism without consent, concern or constraints from world opinions!!


Michelle Temkin Kramer
Hello Michelle,
Thank you for your wise advise, i would ask you to do the same and beg you to use your brain,
Would you negotiate someone who occupied your house to let you use your own bathroom?
Me , myself I would defend my home to last drop of blood, and will not leave my home .
My grandpa is older than Israel do you imagine that!.
It is not their country,not their land,go back history and search how it was established, and if you want me to tell you I would
Because I do use my brain and search before I talk
My regards,


Since 1948, Israel has been attacking the Palestinians, killing them, and displacing them from their land. The Palestinians have been displaced and become refugees. The massacres of the Israeli occupation did not stop and the killing of millions of Palestinians slaughtered children and women. Israel continued to settle, expand, and besiege Gaza and establish an apartheid regime from the West Bank. In every Israeli attack that killed Palestinian children and demolished their homes on their heads, we were calling for you and for global justice for peace, and allowing the Palestinians the right to life. What did you do, support terrorism and the Israeli occupation with all racism? After 15 years of the siege of Gaza, when Hamas rose up to defend its people, suddenly your racist humanity from one side was awakened. You are drumming for the annihilation of the Palestinian people in the Gaza Strip.


Sharon Mixon Kelly if you think it proportion wise. If you hit someone and cause harm, is it acceptable for this someone in the name of self defence to crush you and your family, steal your dreams, demolish your home and neighbourhood. Ha.mas started the attack and since that day the number of killed civilians has not risen, since ha.ams missiles are not that distructive, they are eventually homemade. Is.rael is not demolished as ga.za now. It is a waste land. Howe
since the attack 11,000 people lost their life. 38,000 TONS of explosives are thrown on the civilians. 50% of hospitals there are out of service because of lack of electricity medical supplies


The Israeli occupation army is waging a war against the Palestinians in the West Bank, where there is neither Hamas nor prisoners. So far, 200 people have been killed and thousands of homes and lands stolen
The extremist right-wing minister, Itamar Ben Gvir, announces his rejection of the American administration’s warnings and says that the world must remain silent.
Amihai Eliyahu, Minister of Heritage in the Israeli government, announces his request to drop a nuclear bomb on Gaza and annihilate everyone, including Israelis and foreigners, because what is most important, in his opinion, is the seizure of the occupied Palestinian territories.


Nagla Abdel Wahab you’d be wrong…r*pe and murdering babies isn’t freedom fighting it’s terrorism.

People need to understand the difference between collateral damage caused during war or self defense, which is very sad but acceptable under the Geneva convention and terrorism. H@mas uses kids as human shields and if you hide inside apartment buildings and schools then unfortunately those buildings become targets. In the case of H@mas, the terrorists indiscriminately m*rdered and r*ped unarmed kids at a concert and kidnapped and r*ped others. They filmed it. They killed Jews, Muslims, Christians and Buddhists. They beheaded little kids and grandmas and then video taped it. That’s not freedom fighting , that’s terrorism and heinous war crimes under the Geneva convention. See the difference? Regardless, two wrongs don’t make a right.


I am captivated by the captivating imagery of war-torn structures. The sheer allure of the ashy hue, seemingly comprised of cement, intertwined with the protruding iron rods. The remaining enigmatic fragments provoke speculation about whether they once housed three or four chambers. Precariously clinging to bent railings, the draped blinds embody a sense of melancholic elegance. And the gentle descent of water droplets escaping from a fractured water conduit. A slightly soiled bedsheet, nonchalantly drooping from a shattered balcony that was once a silent witness to the prolonged union of marriage, proffers a melancholy allure. Moreover, a shirt, its azure hue now almost obscured by cement, hangs despondently from a fractured wardrobe; a chandelier, wherein a singular bulb – one amongst the customary twenty – trembles between luminescence and darkness, indelibly encapsulating a spectral aura.

There exists, too, an inexplicable magnetism in observing alimentary elements amidst these desolate circumstances: a container painted with the bold vibrancy of a red pepper nestles within a cylindrical embrace of stark white plastic, both juxtaposed against a fractured red brick, their existences intersecting yet momentarily in mutual contemplation within the dust. Adjacent to this, a substantial perforation in a wall summons questions of its previous functionality – was it once a portal, a window, or perhaps a deviously placed snare for felines?

The inundated floor, cradling an ink-stained notebook, reveals pages where half-erased words echo metaphoric whispers of beautiful expressions washed away, now intermingling with discordant skid marks. A photograph precariously inclines at a 45-degree angle, its glass partially shattered, thus providing a skewed lens through which one might gaze upon frozen memories. A disconnected slab, once perhaps a conduit to culinary spaces, now protrudes solitarily from a wall, its purpose and history obscured by time and decay. Amidst this isolation from humanity, a tranquillity and serene beauty prevail as the observer deciphers the historical tales hinted at by punctured walls, contemplating the original domicile of light and electric sockets and deducing the trajectory of dart holes.

Those vendors, whose goods languidly languish before their residences, untouched due to temporal constraints, become unexpectedly beautiful, adorned with a delicate veil of grey dust, awaiting an unknown entity to gather them after a languid 17 hours. A worn blue plastic item merely exists atop a carpet it once knew as cleansing, partially severed and pendulously draping from a box that has forgotten its erstwhile identity as a television. Scattered papers meander behind a plastic box, which seems to mourn its previous incarnation as a home office printer.

An emptied frame, perhaps once encasing the dignified visage of a prosperous family, now stands devoid and broken, devoid of glass and filled with disparate debris, epitomising the forgotten pride of nonentity. Flooring, now revealing an underbelly of intersecting iron rods and electrical wires that squirm like moisture-deprived worms, becomes a canvas upon which coloured toys lay amidst wood, brick, and cement – all resting upon what was once a cushioned haven in a living room, amidst a substance too precious to demean by calling it dust. Such is the disordered beauty residing within the concrete.

A vestige of clothing dangles melancholically from precariously inclined concrete slabs secured by intimately positioned iron rods. Plush teddies, once cherubs of comfort to a child, now lay face-down in disregard, poignantly illuminating the absence and potential longing existing simultaneously afar. Flower pots, their vibrant greenery supplanted by a semblance of cemented potpourri, await redistribution to unknown recipients.

Torn from their anchored existence, kitchen sinks reside with refrigerators that lay defeated, their contents exposed, tempting one to restore a semblance of order by closing them. Partial walls cling desperately to their original stature, inviting a merciful end to their precarious existence. At the same time, solitary books lay forsaken in the dust, evoking speculation about the literary solitude within the property. Pervasive dust seeks to conceal a TV remote, a relic of familial battles past, while a perpetually ticking clock serves as a poignant reminder that, despite appearances, time indefatigably marches onward. An obstinate air conditioning unit, juxtaposed against the remnants of wall-less existence and a ceiling fan, dormant yet poised for activation, serve as harbingers of futile desires to displace the permeating dust.

Within these intimate vignettes of decay and abandon, there blossoms an 'unorganised beauty within cement', compelling tranquillity in the midst of what once was, beckoning observers to ponder and luxuriate in the melancholy beauty inherent in entropy.

It is within this sombre spectacle that I find beauty—a beauty concealed within an object that has become so ubiquitously visible.

Formerly, Aleppo held the position of paramount allure in my perception. Its appeal was so compelling that I almost nurtured a desire to embark upon a journey, tread the streets of ruin, and experience firsthand the buildings that momentarily yearn for contact with their mottled and gaunt frameworks. However, Gaza, though still a considerable distance away from achieving the majestic splendour that Aleppo once embraced, is gradually transcending this state of aesthetic magnificence.

Despite often being deemed unnecessary and senseless endeavours, wars surprisingly engender remnants worthy of admiration. Although you might think it is weird, I do not, for there is beauty in the aftermath. The beauty few of us admire. I even named it the ‘un-cemented” beauty of war.

I love it; thanks, everyone; it compensates me for missing the WWII aftermath.


10ºThe Ministry of Health in the Gaza Strip announced that the number of martyrs since the start of the war had risen to 10,812, including 4,412 children, 2,918 women, and about 27,000 injured.. Is it reasonable that there are 4412 children and 2918 women? Do children carry weapons? Are children criminals? Do you know, O American people, that they fool your minds? 4412 children. Are they little terrorists with bottles of milk and diapers? What is this, O Lord? What is this brutality? I don't know, but I don't think Hitler did this in his wars I don't think that the Romans did that I don't thin. Is it a religious war? why all that .......




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