Exasperated of Ulster

@Kettle_of_Smeg @chunkymark And Ben The flowerpot men?

@exasperatedNI @chunkymark Bill.

‘Fuck Eurovision’ I did this artwork on newspaper 👉 etsy.com/uk/listing/450…

So good to see more womxn making the news! The tide is turning fellas! #AbsoluteBelter ™️ #TransWomenAreWomen

@joshxhowie Wouldn’t put it past them to try something given it’s the day it is tomorrow. Stay safe

My synagogue by the way. So that’ll be a nice fun morning. With the most virulent Jew-haters in the country.

@Kettle_of_Smeg @chunkymark Who is anyone to argue with what one man does with his own crayons

@exasperatedNI @chunkymark Hey, they're his crayons.

@Kettle_of_Smeg (Far) left looks appetising for sure. The only time that sentence will ever leave these lips

Alexa, who's the best at pizza & shit on this platform?

At a time when Prime Minister Starmer is talking about division and hate, it’s worth remembering that bringing the extremist Alaa Abd el-Fattah into the UK was one of Starmer’s self-professed ‘top priorities’ as PM. spectator.com/article/alaa-a…

@Kettle_of_Smeg @chunkymark Kinky

@exasperatedNI @chunkymark Rammed them back up their hoop.

@eoghan314441 @BadgerWard @DelBoyuno @georgeregnery @JayBee25101269 @RaminNasibov Heaven help us all. How are you this stupid?

@BadgerWard @DelBoyuno @georgeregnery @JayBee25101269 @RaminNasibov Nah, that's a part of Iceland.

What historical fact sounds fake but is true?

@jfwduffield If he had a shred of integrity he would formally defect to the Lib Dem’s.

The liberal wing of the Tory Party have given up being a national party of government. 'One Nation Tories' are actually 'no nation Tories'. The Tories are a party of right or they are nothing. The route to a majority government is through provincial England. Not Croydon.

@EJ_McGuinness Imagine the chafing

Even our most astute observations are in Orwell's wake.

@aclockworkmonk @thephilippics @FUDdaily Either that or the brain rot is killing his hair follicles

@adiosamigo_23 @thephilippics @FUDdaily Guessing his head's empty?

Hilarious that pencil-neck had actually been thinking in terms of a 'three-term project' Your lot had that shot in 1997, and look how it turned out.

@DerekM2021 @alan131162 @LitterOlivia

@LitterOlivia I hear you’re anti Irish now Marylou 🤣

Does ELP wear anything other than blue and red, predominately. Girl, we are so tired. The DUP are so anti Irish, it’s their biggest selling point.

For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind. Well said Edward.

Over at LBD HQ

@Walkabout24 I’ve got the hanta 😅😅😅😅😅

Get your pronouns out.

This you buddy? No shame.

What utter hocus pocus.

That is Lieutenant Colonel Or Ben Yehuda, commander of the CARACAL unit near Gaza. On the morning of October 7th, she opened her eyes and saw Hamas in front of her. “I look up at the sky, then lower my head again, glance to the side, and there are maybe five pickup trucks coming toward me, full of motorcycle riders. There are terrorists leaping between the sand dunes and the trees, all of them wearing vests and uniforms, moving in our direction, and I can’t even count them properly with my eyes. It’s hundreds. Hundreds. And farther back, on the distant road, I see columns of Gazan civilians simply walking toward us, some armed, some not. And I say to myself: ‘That’s it. This is where I die. Right here, exactly where I’m standing now. This is where I die.’ Then I said to myself: Fine. If this is the end, then I’ll end it well. I’ll die with honor. I’ll do the best I can. And I’ll fight until my very last drop of blood. So I turn to my soldiers, a group of twelve heroic fighters waiting for me to tell them what to do. I turn to them with half a smile. Later, they told me I smiled; I didn’t remember it. And I tell them: ‘Come on, let’s tear them apart!’ And they all shout back: ‘Yalla!!!’ They come to the embankment with machine guns, with everything they can carry, and we position ourselves there and start firing at everyone approaching the outpost. We’re shooting like mad. At some point, we had a LAU missile with us, so we fired it at one of the Hamas pickup trucks. The truck exploded in a massive blast, something unbelievable. There must have been huge amounts of explosives inside, and the explosion took several of the motorcycle riders with it. And little by little, I suddenly realize many of them are beginning to retreat, turn around, and flee back the way they came. And suddenly I understood: yes, we’re doing something significant here. We were there for about half an hour, and then, in the middle of all the chaos, I suddenly hear the tracks of a tank behind me. It was an unbelievable sigh of relief. I told my deputy company commander: ‘Stay here! I don’t know whose tank this is — I’m going to get it!’ It was already around eleven o’clock. I start moving backward, advancing toward the tank through the concrete barriers, and suddenly I realize a terrorist is jumping at me from point-blank range, and in another second, he would’ve been hugging me. And my luck was that I already had a round in the chamber and my finger on the trigger. It was literally a question of who shoots first, and I shot first. The terrorist collapsed in front of me. And I froze for a moment, like, what was that? What just happened? Then I hear my deputy commander yelling from behind me: ‘Commander! Commander! Are you okay?’ I look at myself, I’m okay. I turn back toward him and signal with my hand: everything’s under control. He runs up after me, looks at me, and says, ‘What… what just happened between you two?’ And I tell him: ‘Exactly what’s going through your head right now.’ But the tank! I remember — I can’t let it leave. We need it. I ran quickly toward it, and because I’m used to working with my tank crews, I started signaling to them in tank hand signals: ‘Terrorists there, behind me, do this, shell over there!’ And he’s with us, he understands immediately. And for the first time, I suddenly have additional force joining me. We make some kind of flanking maneuver, take up a strong position, and simply fire toward wherever the terrorists are coming from. We keep firing and firing, and they start pulling back. And I understand — all of us understand — that if we don’t continue fighting right now, those terrorists will get past us and reach all the communities behind us. At a certain point, my deputy commander and his radio operator are hit by an RPG and collapse to the ground. So we pull them out of there. Then I call friends of mine who are pilots flying Yasur and Yanshuf helicopters, and I ask them to come land at the helipad near the outpost, because I’ve evacuated wounded soldiers there and I need them to clear our casualties out. And it actually happens. They arrive, they land, and they evacuate the wounded for me. Meanwhile, my medical unit is there the entire time treating casualties, loading them up, evacuating them to the helipad. We managed to bring there the wounded from the APC we had seen, the wounded from our battalion, and several civilians we picked up along the way — people who escaped from Kibbutz Sufa, from Pri Gan, and from other places. They all received treatment from my incredible medical team — those angels — and the helicopters I called in evacuated them to Soroka Hospital, where they finally received proper care. There were also many dead in that battle. There were dead. And I remember one moment at the end, when everything was over, just minutes before they came to evacuate the bodies. There was a moment when they were lying there side by side, and I walked between them, gently touching their faces, stroking them softly, telling them I was sorry, and closing their eyes. And I remember telling myself in that moment that those people, who were now making their final journey, were unbelievable heroes. They fought there like lions to save Kibbutz Sufa. They fought until their last drop of blood." From Or's book 'book One Day in October'.