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Background In December 1982, the United Nations General Assembly declared the Sabra and Shatila massacre an “’act of genocide”. The Phalange murdered pregnant women and ripped out their foetuses, according to witnesses and journalists.
Flares pierce the night’s dark shroud, Massacre’s horror, a silent crowd. Israeli troops, exits sealed, Residents trapped, fate revealed.
In ’83, MacBride’s blame laid bare, Israel’s shame, an occupying snare. Genocide’s specter, chilling decree, A nation’s stain, for the world to see.
Kahan’s verdict echoes, IOF’s role severe, Failure to halt, inaction sincere. Sharon resigned, consequence grave, Bloodshed ignored, a nation to save.
Welcome to the Filth Era, where the free world is ruled by His Supreme Bristleness, President Toilet Brush the Magnificent, Unbleached, and Self-Polished. A bathroom utensil with the ego of an entire septic system, the Brush commands not just nations, but every clogged corner of human dignity.
Each morning begins with the national anthem, “In Bristles We Trust,” broadcast live from the Presidential Bathroom. Citizens are required to salute with a toilet plunger while chanting the official slogan:
“Flush your doubts, praise the Brush!”
Failure to chant with sufficient enthusiasm is punishable by exile to the nation’s most feared prison: The Bidet of Shame.
🧼 Foreign Policy, Scrubbed Raw
President Brush claims to be a “global peacemaker,” yet proudly admits to twirling idly while genocide rages. “I could stop it with one swish,” he declared during a live televised swirl, “but then who would nominate me for the Nobel Prize in Widmo Weapons?”
When asked about Palestine, the Brush leaned over the podium and whispered,
“I support freedom… as long as it fits in my bristles. Otherwise, down the drain they go.”
Greenland and Canada remain on high alert after the Brush unveiled its Annexation Plan, declaring:
“If it’s cold, clean, and flushable—it belongs to me.”
World Leaders React (in terror)
• Prime Minister Plunger of the United Plumbers’ Union: “We tried to stop him, but every time we protest, he just… swirls harder.”
• Chancellor Mop of the EU: “Negotiations are impossible. He keeps dunking us mid-sentence.”
• King Toilet Seat of the state: “He demands that I ‘bow low and stay closed’ during state dinners. It’s… humiliating.”
Justice? Flushed.
When the International Criminal Court issued an arrest warrant for one of his war-criminal allies, the Brush responded by flushing their entire building into the Hague sewer system.
“Rule of law?” he sneered. “I’m the only rule around here. And my handle never breaks.”
The Haunting of the Bowl
Despite the endless compliments and golden mirrors, President Brush cannot escape the ghosts of Gaza’s children, who swirl through pipes at night, whispering:
“No bleach will cleanse your crimes.”
Insiders report that the Brush wakes up screaming, only to demand a morning chorus of praise:
“Tell me I’m the cleanest leader in history, or you’ll be scrubbed from existence!”
Official Propaganda Slogans
• “Brighter Future, Dirtier Present!”
• “One World, One Bowl, One Brush!”
• “Freedom is overrated. Cleanliness is compulsory!”
And so humanity remains trapped in the Great Flush, ruled by a narcissistic bathroom accessory whose only qualification for leadership is its ability to swirl filth without ever absorbing it. Economists call it a crisis. Historians call it a warning.
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