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The most popular newborn male’s name in Israel in 2025: Muhammad
I guess that’s what happens when 'Jews commit genocide'
They start giving their kids Moslem names, don’t they
~ Any other fraudulent claims you want to accuse Israel of today?
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If you doubt the truth of line one, please, please fact-check to your
heart's delight.
To make sure that lines two and three are clear: They are written
as total satire; They are completely and unequivocally untrue!!
The population of Israeli Arabs - that's right: Israeli Arabs who are
full citizens - while only about 25% that of Jewish Israelis, is growing
so fast that Muhammad is the most popular name for new baby males
in the entire country! Amazing! (Some 'genocide,' eh??)
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
a country that never was, that never had borders
He somehow thinks that things will be ‘fine’
with Hamas in charge of ‘law and order’
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
whose people claim the land ‘from the river to the sea’
He somehow thinks that things will be fine
that such people will coexist with Israel peacefully
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
though its Arabs came there to reap Jewish-Israel’s goldmine…*
Mr. Macron, it is the Jews who are indigenous to the land
No ‘recognition’ of yours can divvy up their sand
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*"Far from being an indigenous people, supplanted by Jewish
migrants, a close look at Palestinian origins and censuses
suggests most Arabs emigrated to Palestine alongside or
even after the Jewish immigration. ~ NSJ, National Secu-
rity Journal, 'Pandora's Box Opened,' July 25, 2025, MSN.
"Road to Lovejoy - Piano for the Self Taught" (Part 2)
His name was
Flight Left-Tennant V.C.Burton,
or "Victor Charlie Bravo", when he
got pulled over by the cops, explaining
"a sherbert or two Lynette, but not on the rocks".
though he makes me spell it
off by heart
“Flight L.I.E.U.T.E.N.A.N.T”.
for spelling it right I get
Lamingtons and a hot Cuppa sugary Tea.
Royal Australian Airforce
(R.A.A.F.) - "R Double A, F"
his current stint,
“Mate! Airforce base with all the big Spitfires
and Jet Fighters, Amberley,"
then later after
"THE" "Event"
(quotation marks hushed reverent tone)...
he asks for posting up the Mountain
7 Stores Depot,
free reign of the "Mess"
where there he is the Commander's Adjutant,
his rank still Flight Left-Tennant...
I think they must be very messy there
and he cleans up all the mess.
"The Yanks say Loo-Tennant!”
he advised in his Sargent Major way -
his pride of course
were the medals
he wore from his Tour of Duty days...
First Regiment into Vietnam
Saigon based, Royal Australian Army
way back-in-the-day.
“We're HOME Nan”, he gently
carries me out of the car
up to bed
from the rented
Airforce Base home's
driveway.
It's no tin shed, it's a flaming Fibro Mansion.
“I’ll get your sisters next,
Cream Buns for Breakfast!
Tomorrow’s Sunday”.
It was Saturday night,
we’d been for a visit down
the mountain to North East
near the Ocean that day
to lay flowers on
HER grave.
“We’ll do Bribie Island another day.
I’ll read you bloody Loose Arabs 3",
this delivered so so not P.C.,
"the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner,
tomorrow night. I’ve had enough
of the Nicene Creed for one day!”.
Piano for the Self Taught? Well,
that’s a story for another
day, something that can’t be
bought.
Priceless in it’s own way.
This is a story of
Love,
“Unconditional” -
the Lovejoy-Burton Way.
...to be continued.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
1."RoadToLovejoy- (Piano for the Self Taught)"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8dPPtMiwl4
Being techonally minded throughout school
through the creativity running parallel, your proffession entails.
I find it genious- like,the thought prossess,towards your product.
Of which was taken by the Arabs for coarse of test.
A remote control eye,able for deep waters
oil rig structure legs,searching corrosion.
Saving the perels,and less cost effective, deepsea diver.
To my brother,who labelled this " HIS LITTLE BABY"
In honour of my brother Billy Beadnall.
P.Beadnall for
Sponsor Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name THIS CONTEST ~~~ IT'S UP TO YOU~~~
My reason for entering this poem into your contest is that i don`t think was looked upon for the achievement that it recieved.Maybe just me, a proud brother expecting too much.
****** 2,993 People Perished on This Day******
Though Americans and others wept on the streets, that horrific day….
We were not having weekday carnage of police and civilians as if they were toys on playday.
We’ve become a nation of victims, by wanton thieves who burn and pillage.
The ones who are not law- breakers, are blamed for damage to civilians and villages?
On Nine-Eleven, we wept for so many lost and brave police.
No, not anymore, maniacs beat them and shoot them dead in the streets.
We wanted all law and order again restored.
Not anymore, some are anarchists who applaud looting in stores!
We drool over the murder ,ASAP, of the murder of the unborn?
While once gorgeous woman go bald with heads, fully shorn.
Of our Allies, like the United Kingdom and Israel, oh, we have turned our backs!
But Communist nations, like China, of our money, has absolutely no lack!
We fear working Americans, especially, if born here and religious.
A nation on all manner of drugs, including fentanyl, they find, auspiciously, delicious.
Democrats and Republicans, were parties, not an insane blame game.
Today, one is all out defaming the other, with atrocious, libelous names?
Maybe you were too young to recall what is was like in 2001, or do you?
Now too many Americans hate this land and those in it, more than the Arabs
ever could do!
9/8/2022
~1~
On the silver plain of eternity, the streams of silence flow uninterrupted,
In search of majesty, the white man, with branches of stars on his forehead.
Hunters of illusions, their weapons aim at the shadows dancing on the sky,
The prolonged assault echoes, the carrion of hopes in the wind fades, diluted.
The Africans, with their lunar fangs, pierce the earth seeking its aura,
The Arabs, with their authoritative paw, Scratch the heavenly vaults, claiming the right to the throne,
And the Asians, clever archangels of civilization, lay their master plan,
Even women, in their innocence, dream of crowns hidden in heaven.
The white man, civilization's ghost king, runs against the light of destiny,
His tames - a canvas for the rain of longing, his eyes - two lakes of mystery.
Each jaw that opens, each silhouette that hunts him, a promise of tomorrow,
a defamation of yesterday, a melancholy reverberation of what has been and will not be.
For in this magical world where hunter and hunted often switch roles,
each being carries the burdens of the past, clings to the dream of survival,
The misty civilizations of existence are stages for this immemorial dance,
And even in the face of defeat, the white man carries within himself the essence of the whole world.
He is the thought that flies above the traps, the unattainable desire,
And even under the burden of the fog, under the merciless assault, his beauty rises regal,
Elixir of life in the vicious circle of desire, to devour and be devoured,
He is the soul of civilization that survives in the magic and melancholy of every twilight.
Scars Left Behind
As a slave I was a product of the broker,
and a commodity as a result of the purchaser.
Both of them made me to be,
valuable and hunted like honey bee.
Hunting and ambushed done in the village,
killing and plundering had become prestige.
As children and women when left died,
I was taken with others and then caravanned.
The Chief and Mtemi had war waged,
For Guns and Cloths were then paid.
The Banyans of India paid the capital,
Whilst Arab of Oman set the arrival.
Some servant some prisoners all were slaved,
With Ivory on shoulders but all day walked.
From Katanga and Malavi to coastal wealthy,
Bagamoyo and Kilwa we laid our sympathy.
Hundred and million were shipped forever,
The Arabs and Whites snatched our mother.
And slavery life had became our song,
Plantation and domestication had been our belonging.
Some died some survived with loosing hearts,
A misery generation maintained the scars.
In the neighboring land with pain results,
As was racist, hardworking with broken hearts.
LUCAS ALEX MKUDE poem.
On this land of shifting sands under hot hazy skies
Merchants bringing their treasures, and best wines
Arabs traveling the sands with valued salt supplies
The caravans of camels lead by their puller in lines
Merchants bringing their treasures and best wines
Worth its weight in gold to help its people survival
The caravans of camels lead by their puller in lines
As seaports along the coast awaits on their arrival
Worth its weight in gold to help its people survival
Other merchants come with fine cloths, and finery
As seaports along the coast awaits on their arrival
As to reach their much-needed destinations finally
Other merchants, come with fine cloths, and finery
Some sold to kings, and princes, others on bazaars
As, to reach their much-needed destinations finally
Prices haggled in Dinah’s for quality smoking cigars
Some sold to kings, and princes, others on bazaars
Couriers standing idle, waiting about on the hot tar
Prices haggled in Dinah’s for quality smoking cigars
Where goods that have taken months to travel afar
Couriers standing idle, waiting about on the hot tar
Arabs traveling the sands as with their salt supplies
Where goods that have taken months to travel afar
On this land, of shifting sands under hot hazy skies
For 75 years Israel has offered peace to her neighbors
the Arab response, 'Never!' -- be Israel's leaders Likud or Labor
From 1948 to 1967, before 'territories,' before 'occupation'
when Israel was an almost indefensible sliver of a nation
The Arabs promised time and again to 'throw the Jews into the sea'
There was no 'West Bank' or Gaza, they meant Haifa and Tel Aviv
From ’48 on, Egypt and Jordan have kept Palestinians in refugee camps
And, O, how the pressure from the world has climbed up the ramp
Zionism became racism, Jews the ‘evil oppressors’
In 1956, ’67, ’73, ’82, ’87, 2000, the Arabs waged war and intifadas to
become our successors
Under Rabin and again under Barak, Israel offered Palestinians a state
over 90% of Gaza and the ‘West Bank,’ Pres. Clinton said ‘That’s great!’
But Yasir Arafat said Never! His one and only goal was to kill all the Jews
--It had gotten to be depressingly old news
In 2005, Arik Sharon pulled out of Gaza, no more ‘Israeli occupation’ there
What happened next? Hamas took over, but the world didn’t care …
In 2023 Israel’s still termed ‘the occupier’ – by Arab sympathizers
But after the Oct. 07 atrocities, the game’s up for them
~ 75 years of peace offers just expired
Arabs call it 'Naqba' - catastrophe
Sister Mary pulls out her rosary
Sends out a heartfelt prayer
To Palestinians there
To get on with their lives this century
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Palestinian Arabs call Israel's Independence
Day, 'Naqba,' 'The Catastrophe.' Their 'leaders'
cruelly deceive them into thinking that they can
actually turn the clock back to 1948, return to
orchards they may (or may not) have cultivated,
and resume life as if nothing has happened in the
region for the last 75 years to put a decisive end
to such illusory hopes.