Paul Kessler Was Murdered for Supporting Israel

It wasn't an "interaction" or an "altercation"

Six months ago, I wrote about Paul Kessler, a liberal Democrat who was killed in Los Angeles while protesting on behalf of Israel:

Kessler was struck in the face with a bullhorn by an antisemite named Loay Abdel Fattah Alnaji, and now Kessler is dead. It will not surprise you to learn that Mr. Alnaji is a college professor.

Kessler’s death was declared a homicide from the start, but that didn’t stop the mainstream media from downplaying it:

“Interaction.” “Clash.” “Altercation.” Nope, it was a homicide. That should be the headline.

They’ll scream about “genocide” all day when it’s the Jews defending themselves, but they won’t call this what it is: a murder.

Alnaji saw an Israeli flag and killed the man holding it. Period.

Now it’s official: The Ventura County Medical Examiner just testified that Kessler was killed by the blow to the head from Alnaji.

If Kessler had been killed by someone wearing a MAGA hat, he’d be a household name. As it is, the journos can barely bring themselves to report on a man being murdered in broad daylight on a city street in America while holding an Israeli flag.

Well, it’s just a matter of time before AI puts them all out of a job anyway. I’d spit on them, but it would be a waste of saliva.

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Drew Holden is one of the smartest, most driven guys I know. For years he’s been keeping “receipts,” as the kids call it. He catalogs the public statements of journalists and other Democrats, and then reminds them of what they’ve said when they inevitably flip-flop and say the opposite.

He’s also in remission from brain cancer, and he’s written about it here:

My Battle With Cancer

Drew is one of the good guys. Please support him.

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“Jarvis Best” is the second-funniest human on Twitter¹, and now he’s a professional pundit with a byline at my old haunt, the Daily Caller.

Headline: “Riots Aren’t Meant to Be Practical — They’re Poetic.” Here’s a tidbit:

“Every spring, the long winter frost starts to melt, the birds return with their happy songs and the bees enjoy the new tulips peeking up through the rich earth. Beautiful young Americans too, at their physical and aesthetic peak, emerge from their winter sleep. With their hearts full of love, they gaze at the renewed land and think to themselves how they could change the world if only they could rough up a janitor at Columbia or set up a Jew checkpoint on the quad in UCLA.

“Yes, riot season is a beautiful time.”

Do you agree? If not, let him know!

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I’m not sure why the YouTube algorithm thought I’d want to watch this, but it was absolutely right:

Funkiest white British bass player since that guy from Level 42? Experts say yes. And he’s even doing some Stanley Jordan $#!+. I like it.

As for the ad-read at the end… ehhh, whatever. Don’t watch it, then!

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Speaking of England…

I believe that children are our future, and normally that scares the heck out of me. But I think the kids are gonna be alright.

Here’s a clip that’s been going around this week, from somewhere in England at some point in the recent past:

Translated to the best of my ability:

Lady: Girls, what’s just happened?

Child: So, there’s an ice cream van there, selling just two ice creams, with two chewing gums in it, for bloody nine pounds for two of them!

Lady: Nine quid for two?

Child: Yeah, nine quid. That, he’s gonna get nowhere [untranslatable] ice creams, one pound apiece. Or two pounds. He’s gonna get nowhere with that.

Lady: No, he ain’t, is he?

Child: No, he in’t.

Lady: That’s well bad, innit?

Child: Yeah, he should know! And he only does bloody cards. I’m stood there with my cash. Bloody hell.

Lady: That’s well bad, innit?

Child: Bloody well bad! Yeah, I bet he can hear me!

And then she runs off to play. Which is still free. For now.

At the current rate of exchange, £9 is $11.43 American. Almost six bucks for an ice cream! Yeah, that’s just bloody daft, that is. He will indeed get nowhere with that.

I think that’s a northern accent? I don’t know all the accents they have over there. Every two blocks it’s a different accent.

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Man, I’ve just got Britain on the brain today. Here’s how my mind “works”: Yesterday I got trolled on Twitter by a guy claiming to be a former guitarist for a ‘90s band called the Verve Pipe. Which is mostly remembered for not being the ‘90s band called the Verve.

This is the Verve:

So now I’ve got that song stuck in my head, which is fine because that’s one of the best videos ever made.

And, thanks to the algorithm, now I know there was actually an alternate version of the video where the guy gets beat up:

I did not know that. I enjoy learning things.

Thanks, jerky guitarist for the Verve Pipe! You inadvertently made my week better, by reminding me of your betters.

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If not, you can remedy that error right this bloody minute.

1. No, it’s not called X. I will never call it X. Even now that they’ve finally — and I mean, just hours ago — changed the URL from twitter.com to X.com. I will not submit.