Stephan Brusche

GM! New Bunny Loop just dropped: Zohran! A rare 1/1 • 30 tez 🔗⤵️

I finally sent the Inktober collection giveaways to the collectors who collected the full collection @iSteef and @juggler_nft . Thanks again💙💙 I’ll also be sending out the Inky Ghost collection giveaways soon. Sorry it took me so long.

@mo0n_zi No worries. I’m just happy to see you online again alive and hopefully well!

@iSteef I’m sorry the Inktober giveaway ended up being so delayed! I’m happy to be back too. I missed you. 💙💙💙

@mo0n_zi thank you so much for this surprise in my wallet! Also so happy to see you active again and alive. :)

@HuemansUniverse thank you so much for collecting 'Bird'!

The number of lies being told about @aoc - her politics, her views, her record - on this website this weekend is insane. Some self-proclaimed leftists want to undermine and taint the most viable and popular potential leftist candidate for president in 2028. Also insane.

As the world looks elsewhere, Israel continues to exterminate Palestinians in Gaza. Days in days out. Shame on complicit western media and all complicit governments.

IN PRAISE OF FRANCESCA ALBANESE There is a question that visits me in the small hours, when sleep will not come and the mind turns over old stones. The question is this: “What would I have done in the 1930s, on the morning after Kristallnacht?" Not what I say I would have done. Not what I hope I would have done. But what would I actually have done—when the trains began to run, when the neighbours grew quiet, when the cost of decency became the loss of everything? Most of us, I think, would have done little. Not from malice. From fear. From the soft, creeping conviction that someone else will speak, that the situation is complex, that we must be 'reasonable'. Lest we forget, the ordinary is the extraordinary's alibi. And how we have clung to that alibi! How we still cling to it! And then, every once in a terrible while, someone appears who does not cling. Someone who steps forward when others step back. Someone who speaks the name of the thing when everyone else is busy naming something else. Francesca Albanese is that someone. She stands before the world—alone, unarmed, armed only with law and language and a rare courage—and she says what the centrists will not say, what the foreign ministries will not say, what the editorial boards will not say. She says: "This is a genocide. And we are watching it happen." Do not tell me that is hyperbole. Do not tell me the term is contested. She has not used it lightly. She has used it as a physician arrives scientifically at a diagnosis—not to wound, but to warn. Not to inflame, but to name. And for that, they have come for her. Oh, how they have come for her. Smears. Investigations. Vicious editorials. Frozen bank accounts. Dispossession of the only apartment she had ever owned. The machinery of the respectable turned to crush her. Because the respectable cannot abide what she represents: a mirror held up to their complicity. Let us, once again, travel back to the 1930s. Back to the few who stood up when the trains began to run laden with Jewish people. There was Aristides de Sousa Mendes, a Portuguese consul in Bordeaux. He defied his own government. He signed thousands of visas, by hand, for hours, until his fingers bled. He saved more lives than Schindler. And he died penniless, disgraced, erased. There was a German officer in Warsaw named Wilm Hosenfeld. He hid a Jewish pianist in the rubble. He did not save thousands. He saved one. But that one—Władysław Szpilman—carried the memory. And memory is "the only haven from which we cannot be expelled." There was Raoul Wallenberg. There were the villagers of Le Chambon. There were the anonymous, the quiet, the furious few who said: “Not on my watch.” Francesca Albanese is their heir. Not because she carries a gun. Not because she hides refugees in her basement. But because she does something equally dangerous in a world that has perfected the art of not seeing. She sees. And she speaks. She does not speak as a diplomat. Thank Goodness she doesn't! Diplomats have given us the language of "there are arguments on both sides" and "restraint" and "proportionality." Diplomatic language is the perfumed grave of moral clarity. No, she speaks as a jurist. As a human being. As a woman who has looked into the abyss and refused to call it a "complex geopolitical landscape". Edna O'Brien once described a character who "had the recklessness of those who have already lost everything worth losing." Francesca Albanese has not lost everything. She has her dignity, her office, her voice, her family. But she has calculated the cost of speaking truth to power. And she has decided that that cost is infinitely less than the cost of silence. What is that cost? Let us name it. She has been called antisemitic—she, who stands on the ground of international law forged in the ashes of Auschwitz and the fires of Nuremberg. She has been called a conspiracy theorist—she, who cites every source, every footnote, every UN resolution. She has been called naive—she, who understands better than most the machinery of realpolitik. These accusations are not arguments. They are the spittle of the threatened. Because Francesca Albanese threatens something very precious to the powerful: the right to commit atrocity without being named. Friends, the 1930s did not arrive with jackboots and pogroms on day one. They arrived in small increments. With "reasonable" restrictions. With "proportional" measures. With the silence of the respectable. We tell ourselves that we would have been different. That we would have been Sousa Mendes. That we would have been Wallenberg. But most of us, I fear, would have been the neighbours who later said, "I didn't know." Francesca Albanese knows. And she refuses to pretend otherwise. So let us praise her. Not with statues or awards she does not seek. But with something harder: with our own refusal to look away. With our own voices, raised in places that are safe for us but dangerous for her. With our own bodies, if it comes to that. A brave woman, who was injured while demonstrating outside a US nuclear military base in 1982, the infamous Greenham Common, had told me that "the heart is a hunter for what it cannot have." But I say the heart is a hunter for what it will not lose. And what we will not lose is the memory of those who stood up when standing up cost everything. Francesca Albanese is standing up now. In our time. In our name. Under our indifferent sky. Let us stand with her. Not tomorrow. Not when it is safe. Now. [Extract from a speech in Athens on Sunday 3rd May 2026]

The lack of news on Gaza isn’t because the genocide is over. It’s because Israel slaughtered the journalists and Western media pretends there’s a ceasefire.

I posted this on Instagram yesterday and got flooded with comments of relief that this gag in The Devil Wears Prada 2 was created by an actual human (me), so I figured I’d also post it here because I think these companies should get their flowers when they hire an artist.

Microsoft even disabled the ICC Chief prosecutor Karim Khan and his team's email accounts on behalf of Israel. Francesca Albanese was cut off from all her bank accounts; unable to open new ones or use/ get credit cards. When you confront them, they will come at you for everything, from every angle— to discredit and silence you. They control the banking systems through which money flows globally, whether through financial institutions or intermediaries like Stripe. When the US sanctioned Albanese last year, it wasn't just her money that was frozen— her hotel bookings were cancelled, her health insurance refused to reimburse her, she couldn't even use most apps. Even the Christmas gifts her 13-year-old daughter received were sanctioned. And she was reprimanded only after she began focusing her attention on the powerful American corporations complicit in funding and enabling the genocide in Gaza. She wrote letters to 48 companies, universities and financial institutions notifying them that they were complicit in and profiting from a genocide— the Trump Administration instantly moved to punish her. They have infiltrated and can manipulate every facet of your existence in ways beyond your wildest imagination. They will try to exploit every component of your life in order to make it work against you. Remain cognizant of this in every aspect of what you think is your *private* life. They don't just control the weapons that kill, but the algorithms on your phone that can be used to dictate your life as well.

Israel just abducted activists, journalists & humanitarians on the Global Sumud Flotilla, including our contributor @enoughformethx. Zeteo demands that Israel release those kidnapped & calls on the UN, the US & governments across Europe to take action & hold Israel accountable.

The team behind the Iranian LEGO videos was previously highly critical of the government — exactly the kinds of people Israel and the U.S. idiotically thought would support regime change. Our interview with them here: youtu.be/rtGFPalUXhI?si…

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@BitlionaireM @objktcom I love #starwars so how could I not? 😁

@iSteef @objktcom You are awesome, thank you again

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Yesterday we were attacked by an 🇮🇱 Israeli settler in 🇵🇸 Hebron, West Bank:

Two things: 1. What a headline. 2. This should be leading news shows worldwide today. Ask yourself why it is not.

Allen, het blijft drama: sinds de nieuwe Twitteralgoritmewijziging is de kans groot dat je mijn dagverslagen over Trump NIET meer ziet, omdat er standaard een externe link in staat. Wil je ze toch, dan is er plan B: meld je aan voor de nieuwsbrief. Zie VOLGENDE tweet voor link..