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6/24/2025, 9:49:59 AM
6/23/2025, 3:43:31 PM
>>508456693
Is that what you read on MSM?
Is that what you read on MSM?
6/22/2025, 6:25:13 PM
I was only 12 years old. I love Bibi so much, I have all the Likud posters, a cardboard cutout from the 2015 campaign, even a replica of the pen he used to sign the gas deal.
>I watch Knesset sessions on mute just to feel closer to him. I pray to Bibi every night before bed, thanking him for the strong, fiscally conservative right-wing government. “Bibi is love,” I say. “Bibi is life.”
>My ima hears me and calls me a brainwashed little kofer, that I need to get therapy and watch Kan 11 like a normal child.
>But I know deep down… she is just jealous.
>Jealous that Bibi never smiled at her through a Channel 12 interview.
>I look her dead in the eyes and say:
>“Keep voting Meretz, you draft-dodging falafel socialist.”
>She slaps me and tells me to go to bed without watching the news.
>I cry into my Balfour Street pillow.
>Until I feel a presence behind me.It’s Bibi. He whispers in a deep, soothing voice:
>“Let’s form a coalition… you and me.” He lifts me with the same strength he used to hold together five right-wing defectors and a guy from Shas. It’s so warm. Like the Negev sun.
>He places me gently on the floor of the Knesset. I’m ready. I spread my ass cheeks like the borders of 1967. He enters me with his political strategy. It hurts, but I know it's for security purposes.
>I can feel his charisma filling me. He roars a mighty speech in flawless American-accented English. My ima bursts in.
>The opposition watches in horror. Lapid faints. Gantz resigns.
>Bibi turns slowly, adjusts his tie, and says: “You’ve lost the mandate.”
>He then jumps out the window, carried by a flock of Israeli start-up CEOs and tax cuts.
>I watched him disappear into a glowing Star of David.
Bibi is love. Bibi is life.
>I watch Knesset sessions on mute just to feel closer to him. I pray to Bibi every night before bed, thanking him for the strong, fiscally conservative right-wing government. “Bibi is love,” I say. “Bibi is life.”
>My ima hears me and calls me a brainwashed little kofer, that I need to get therapy and watch Kan 11 like a normal child.
>But I know deep down… she is just jealous.
>Jealous that Bibi never smiled at her through a Channel 12 interview.
>I look her dead in the eyes and say:
>“Keep voting Meretz, you draft-dodging falafel socialist.”
>She slaps me and tells me to go to bed without watching the news.
>I cry into my Balfour Street pillow.
>Until I feel a presence behind me.It’s Bibi. He whispers in a deep, soothing voice:
>“Let’s form a coalition… you and me.” He lifts me with the same strength he used to hold together five right-wing defectors and a guy from Shas. It’s so warm. Like the Negev sun.
>He places me gently on the floor of the Knesset. I’m ready. I spread my ass cheeks like the borders of 1967. He enters me with his political strategy. It hurts, but I know it's for security purposes.
>I can feel his charisma filling me. He roars a mighty speech in flawless American-accented English. My ima bursts in.
>The opposition watches in horror. Lapid faints. Gantz resigns.
>Bibi turns slowly, adjusts his tie, and says: “You’ve lost the mandate.”
>He then jumps out the window, carried by a flock of Israeli start-up CEOs and tax cuts.
>I watched him disappear into a glowing Star of David.
Bibi is love. Bibi is life.
6/22/2025, 4:10:00 PM
>>212002847
>We verplaatsen jullie
Bedankt dat je eerlijk bent, nu kijk toe terwijl je neefjes en hun hoofd gespleten worden van hun zandapen lijfje. :3
>We verplaatsen jullie
Bedankt dat je eerlijk bent, nu kijk toe terwijl je neefjes en hun hoofd gespleten worden van hun zandapen lijfje. :3
6/22/2025, 11:20:41 AM
I was only 12 years old. I love Bibi so much, I have all the Likud posters, a cardboard cutout from the 2015 campaign, even a replica of the pen he used to sign the gas deal.
>I watch Knesset sessions on mute just to feel closer to him. I pray to Bibi every night before bed, thanking him for the strong, fiscally conservative right-wing ?>government. “Bibi is love,” I say. “Bibi is life.”
>My ima hears me and calls me a brainwashed little kofer, that I need to get therapy and watch Kan 11 like a normal child.
>But I know deep down… she is just jealous.
>Jealous that Bibi never smiled at her through a Channel 12 interview.
>I look her dead in the eyes and say:
>“Keep voting Meretz, you draft-dodging falafel socialist.”
>She slaps me and tells me to go to bed without watching the news.
>I cry into my Balfour Street pillow.
>Until I feel a presence behind me.It’s Bibi. He whispers in a deep, soothing voice:
>“Let’s form a coalition… you and me.” He lifts me with the same strength he used to hold together five right-wing defectors and a guy from Shas. It’s so warm. Like >the Negev sun.
>He places me gently on the floor of the Knesset. I’m ready. I spread my ass cheeks like the borders of 1967. He enters me with his political strategy. It hurts, but I >know it's for security purposes. I can feel his charisma filling me. He roars a mighty speech in flawless American-accented English. My ima bursts in.
>The opposition watches in horror. Lapid faints. Gantz resigns.
>Bibi turns slowly, adjusts his tie, and says: “You’ve lost the mandate.”
>He then jumps out the window, carried by a flock of Israeli start-up CEOs and tax cuts.
>I watched him disappear into a glowing Star of David.
Bibi is love. Bibi is life.
>I watch Knesset sessions on mute just to feel closer to him. I pray to Bibi every night before bed, thanking him for the strong, fiscally conservative right-wing ?>government. “Bibi is love,” I say. “Bibi is life.”
>My ima hears me and calls me a brainwashed little kofer, that I need to get therapy and watch Kan 11 like a normal child.
>But I know deep down… she is just jealous.
>Jealous that Bibi never smiled at her through a Channel 12 interview.
>I look her dead in the eyes and say:
>“Keep voting Meretz, you draft-dodging falafel socialist.”
>She slaps me and tells me to go to bed without watching the news.
>I cry into my Balfour Street pillow.
>Until I feel a presence behind me.It’s Bibi. He whispers in a deep, soothing voice:
>“Let’s form a coalition… you and me.” He lifts me with the same strength he used to hold together five right-wing defectors and a guy from Shas. It’s so warm. Like >the Negev sun.
>He places me gently on the floor of the Knesset. I’m ready. I spread my ass cheeks like the borders of 1967. He enters me with his political strategy. It hurts, but I >know it's for security purposes. I can feel his charisma filling me. He roars a mighty speech in flawless American-accented English. My ima bursts in.
>The opposition watches in horror. Lapid faints. Gantz resigns.
>Bibi turns slowly, adjusts his tie, and says: “You’ve lost the mandate.”
>He then jumps out the window, carried by a flock of Israeli start-up CEOs and tax cuts.
>I watched him disappear into a glowing Star of David.
Bibi is love. Bibi is life.
6/19/2025, 12:19:04 AM
>>507910572
Is it true that the Arab world fears the Bibi?
Is it true that the Arab world fears the Bibi?
6/18/2025, 7:50:57 PM
>>507881007
tik tok
tik tok
6/18/2025, 1:23:51 PM
>>507845065
That Bibi is king.
That Bibi is king.
6/17/2025, 7:44:43 PM
>>507749029
Thats what special forces are for.
Thats what special forces are for.
6/17/2025, 2:12:20 PM
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