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But hey, it's always the Palestinians that make the trouble...A family of 11 accidentally crossed the imaginary Israeli 'yellow line' in a bus and so Israel murdered them. Israel has violated the ceasefire 47 times and killed at least 38 Palestinians...

OK guys, post your best signs from today for entry into my Top 15 No Kings Sign Contest.

A message from a Kindergarten teacher: After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old: “My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.” No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.” My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me. When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic. But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe. My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown. And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice. They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer. The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.” As if kindness were a weakness. Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure — a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.” a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.” a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.” Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up. But this last year broke something in me. The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival. I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times. So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998: “Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.” I sat on the floor and cried. No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications. I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced. I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers. So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try. Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

THIS is what you're defending, justifying and complicit in, @AlboMP @SenatorWong. THIS. How dare you lecture us about Hamas displaying a lack of humanity, in the face of Israel's blatant and constant barbarity and inhumanity. #auspol #GazaGenocide #GazaHolocaust

I will keep reposting this Israeli’s in Tel Aviv Demand Netanyahu to stop One woman who has had her son taken a Jewish Israeli because she is so out spoken the butcher has locked her up 👇👇👇 These protests have been going on for a long time Latest 5 October

Perhaps now you could make time in your busy schedule, @AlboMP, to put out a statement to acknowledge the anniversaries of endless years of pain and terror for Palestinian people, so that we never forget the atrocities that were and continue to be inflicted by Israel. Thank you.

Oct 7 is the “greatest loss of Jewish life since the Holocaust.” Wow. You’re lucky. Half a million Palestinians have been slaughtered since then.

Met up with the wonderful Linda tonight in Sydney . Free Palestine .

RIP Jane Goodall. My all-time favorite photo of Jane by Michael “Nick” Nichols…

Jeremy Corbyn on what he thinks of Tony Blair: "All I can say about Tony Blair is: I know him, I've met him, I've argued with him, and personally, I wouldn't elect him to be a dog catcher." Classic.

Here’s my 21-Step Peace Plan: 1. Palestine 2. Belongs 3. To 4. The 5. Fucking 6. Palestinians 7. Only 8. Palestinians 9. Get 10. To 11. Decide 12. What 13. Happens 14. In 15. Palestine 16. Fuck 17. Israel 18. And 19. The 20. United 21. States

The mouths of organisations such as the Australian Jewish Association & Alex Ryvchin from ECA Jewry are pretty silent on yesterday's National Press Club lunch featuring Human Rights expert Chris Sidoti. He uses the word unique. But the Holocaust!! I mean...there can be only one...

No, no, no, no ... another shining light extinguished. You do wish some people could live forever. 💔 "Jane Goodall, world-renowned primatologist, dies aged 91" theguardian.com/science/2025…

Vale Jane Goodall — a tireless protector of Earth. “If we look at the whole picture, we're bound to feel hopeless and helpless...but once we realise that even small actions cumulatively can make a big difference, we can start taking action to make the world a better place.”

Rip Jane. One of the best hoomans there ever was .

If you stand with Greta Thunberg, reply with a dot to spread this.

Australia is literally keeping Israel’s F35 fighter jets flying and bombing by sending dozens and dozens of parts directly to Israel since the genocide began. This is actively supporting a genocide. It is criminal.