Jesus christ, I think if I was presented with a birthday cake by the starving people who my state was genociding, I would fluctuate on a cellular level between “There are no words to express how destroyed I am at this moment, this burning solar fire of humanity has scoured away every comforting lie I have ever even half-believed to help myself sleep at night and I no longer have any idea how to live with myself” and “don’t be an asshole, now is not the time for self-pity, yours is the least pressing plight of anyone for miles, these people baked you a cake now say thank you and share it.”

I might just implode from the cumulative emotional pressure of that situation. That cake is like a psychic lance that focuses everything tragic and human about the situation and punches your heart out with it’s tender absurdity. I would implode like the titanic sub. Especially after being released, to have an experience I now know countermands pretty much everything I’ve ever been told my entire life, to be invited even amidst relentless bombings and attacks into a cooling pool of shared humanity and then returned to the boiling acid bath of the “Isreali” vibrasphere in full genocide mode must be doubly shocking. And you cant talk about it with anyone around you, because nobody wants to hear it, because they all think the new friends you’re now terrified for are all cockroach people. I wonder if any of them have some kind of mental break from the sudden isolating clarity of it all.

And while they’ve been released from the path of the indiscriminate zionist violence that’s killed so many other of their own prisoners, I kind of don’t think they’re in much less danger now. I think if they keep telling truths like this that are inconvenient to the entity’s government, they’re probably at much more risk for very specific zionist violence.

I’ve gotten horribly, depressingly used to seeing shredded human bodies, but the cake is what finally broke me to tears. I read something recently on here about how if you keep scolling in search of one single piece of information that will galvanize you, youll be scrolling forever. I usually agree, but this time i found it. They baked him a cake. The knowledge is like a harpoon in my brain, dragging my thoughts back to the bleeding center of gravity and tugging on every connected nerve. They baked him a cake. Death to the zionist entity, death to America.