I owe appreciative courtesy to alternative press

I owe appreciative courtesy to alternative press... for enlightening my senses to the evocative, reciprocative and suffocative auditory and visual material publicized in The Nation magazine January 2025 issue on page 59 about Macklemore (his given birth name Benjamin Hammond Haggerty) an American rapper composed protest song titled Hind's Hall viewed YouTube video by same name English words flashed across screen incorporating subtitles videre licet the primary language spoken and written in Palestine id est Palestinian Arabic, a dialect of Levantine Arabic, which is a variety of Arabic. Save and sound within American walls, wherein foundation of democracy fissures severely weaken structure by dint of being *****sapien automatically linkedin to every other human particularly heart wrenching constitute the innocent victims of violence and felt compelled to share sentiment to aforementioned musician and other receptive eyes and ears to the poignant lament an anthem, and dirge showcasing brutal against indiscriminate rape, pillage, and murder of innocent women, men, and children including opposition forces killing journalists who risk life and limb to annotate unadulterated horrible tragedy no matter I (an aging baby boomer living social in a safe haven, a geographical area called Schwenksville Pennsylvania, whereat yours truly voluntarily viewed footage of massacred mothers, fathers, sons, daughters sisters, brothers, et cetera impossible mission to comprehend wanton lamentable genocidal cruelty abominable heart breaking slaughter. The history of Civilization and Its Discontents awash, where nasty, short and brutish fiends displayed all manner of fearsome, gruesome, and loathsome beastie boy behavior assailing and assaulting defenceless hamlets housing *****sapiens minding their p's and q's perhaps whooping up a boisterous clamor at a popular drinking hole whereat In 17th century English pubs, bartenders would keep track of patrons' alcohol consumption by marking "P" for pints and "Q" for quarts. The phrase may have been a reminder to patrons to be responsible with their drinking, nevertheless upon becoming rowdy formerly, ordinarily polite quiet natured short and stout subjects of the crown quaffing amber liquids of the gods hector teetotalers sipping their nonalcoholic drinks to prove to themselves they can stave off temptation and merely experience being inebriate of air such as yours truly who unwittingly got stuck during the middle ages after time travel contraption royally malfunctioned. Interestingly enough yours truly (me) felt more at home living amidst the madding crowd, where meager trappings of life easily fit inside a rucksack, and when need arose to bed down for the night one just found an available quiet corner (unless occupied by Jack) to get some shut eye.