chapotraphouse

The world watches... and dares to call it ‘complex.’ The United Nations, that toothless wraith, wails into the void. Europe’s aristocracy of cowards clings to its bloodstained trade deals. The Arab tyrants, jackals in gilded robes, sell their silence for scraps from the imperial table. All are accomplices, their inaction a second genocide—of morality itself. History will not absolve them. It will carve their names in ash and bile, alongside the butchers of Congo, the architects of Dresden, the merchants of Agent Orange. For the dialectic is patient, and the proletariat’s wrath—though deferred—is inevitable. When the pyres of Gaza cool, the masses will rise, not in mourning, but in revolutionary fire