In this thread, Grok has also diagnosed Israeli politicians Amichai Eliyahu, Moshe Saada, Bezalel Smotrich, Yair Lapid, and Benjamin Netanyahu—based on their public behaviors, particularly their statements in interviews or public platforms. TOXIC AND DEMONIC SIMILARITIES !!!
A long Poem for #Israel #USA #Canada #Australia #NewZealand
In lands where ancient rivers flow,
Where olive trees and cedars grow,
A people lived in peace and grace,
Until the settlers came to rape their place.
… (1/13)
From #Palestine to native lands,
Where once proud tribes made their stands,
Colonial shadows cast their blight,
Stealing homes in the dead of night.
… (2/13)
The Native Americans, they were brave,
Fought for the lands their ancestors gave,
Yet treaties were broken, promises lost,
Their freedom came at a heavy cost.
… (3/13)
Trump will try
and he may well succeed,
To stay out of jail
for his many misdeeds,
We all know why
he’s running in this race,
This convicted felon
with the flushed orange face... (1/8)
He’s not in the election
for me or for you,
It’s not even the money,
he feels so screwed,
He IS scared shitless
of going to jail,
He will say or do anything
but he will fail … (2/8)
He’ll spin his tales,
the master of deceit,
Trump ON Steroids:
A juiced political feat,
With rallies and cheers,
he’ll play the crowd,
But deep down inside,
he’s feeling quite cowed … (3/8)
In a sun-kissed bungalow, where they met once again,
Stormy faced Donnie, she had nothing to gain.
His hand went to her leg, a bold, brazen move,
He thought she would succumb, thinking he was so smooth.
"Listen Donnie," she said, her voice steady and cool,
"I appreciate your interest, but don’t think I’m a fool.
You see, I'm on my period, that time of the month,
And frankly, your advances? If you weren’t such a Dick, I’d call you a Cunt."
Trump blinked, flustered, unsure how to proceed,
Caught off guard by this, a timely rejection indeed.
"But Stormy," he stammered, "I thought we could—"
She cut him off swiftly, her resolve firmly renewed.
In a dimly lit room, the air thick with tension,
Stormy Daniels stepped out, her heart's apprehension.
The door swung open, revealing oh what a sight,
A bulbous Trump on the bed, in boxer shorts that were too tight.
"Oh my god," she whispered, her pulse racing fast,
"What did I misread? How long can this last?"
For there he lay, the man who is so large and yet also tiny,
If this was a porn movie, it would have been damn funny.
So let it be known, in the annals of lore,
Of Stormy and Donnie, behind that closed door.
A poet's delight, a delicious scandalous twist,
When boxers were removed, what was revealed could have easily been missed.
In the realm of TV talk shows, where opinions clash and tempers flare,
We witnessed a banshee, shrill and bold, with wild, unruly hair.
Her mission? To disrupt intelligent discourse, to hijack every word,
Interrupting other guests and leaving viewers thoroughly bewildered.
She swept onto the set, her teeth clicking like castanets,
A hurricane of interruption, a tempest no one forgets.
Her name? Unimportant. Her purpose? To appear insane,
As she cuts into another’s mid-sentence, oh what a right Royal pain!
Oh, the interruption! The cacophony of broken record ablaze!
She'd butt in like a rogue wave, leaving everyone in a daze.
The interrupted guest would twitch, his patience wearing thin,
As she rambled on, heedless, like a foul mouth breaking wind.
In the heart of Israel, where darkness thrives,
Her allies gather, hands stained with compromise,
They cloak their deeds in political dance,
Shielding malevolence with a sinister trance.
#THE_VEIL_OF_SHADOWS (2/9)
Their whispers echo through marble halls,
Where once powerful brokers have lost their balls,
Weapons flow like venom through not-so-secret deals,
A pact with the devil, their fate is sealed.
#THE_VEIL_OF_SHADOWS (3/9)
Israel’s allies, masters of deception,
Their flags unfurl, veiled in false perception,
They weave narratives, spin webs of deceit,
As truth is buried beneath a twisted beat.