Middle East at war.
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Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdo?an has filed a criminal complaint calling for a life sentence against a prominent newspaper editor, who he had previously said would pay the "highest price" after publishing evidence of Turkish intelligence facilitating the transfer of weapons to Syria.
Last month, Can Dündar, editor-in-chief of Turkish newspaper Cumhuriyet, published a video online which purported to show arms being transferred in trucks operated by Turkey's National Intelligence Organisation (MIT). The footage shows police officers opening the contents of the trucks to reveal weapons and ammunition heading into Syria in January 2014.
The complaint against Dündar was filed on 2 June by Erdo?an's lawyer to the Ankara chief prosecutor's office and claims that the footage is fabricated and that he "joined the actions" of the supporters of Fethullah Gülen, an Islamic cleric and a rival of Erdo?an who has lived in self-imposed exile in the US since 1999 because he faced charges of organising a plot to overthrow the Turkish government.
Big battle at Al Hasakah
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When I was 13, my (terrible, hypocritical fucker of a) dad bought a farm with the (shortsighted and asinine ) goal of slaughtering halaal meat
that year, on the weekends instead of riding bikes, or playing video games like normal kids, I killed animals
I personally ran the knife across the throat of
a dozen sheep
I helped butcher more than that
They'd scream as I slaughtered them. Then their scream would be gagged as I cut their windpipe.
we'd string them up by their hindlegs from the trusses in the garage of the farmhouse, and gut them. From just past their genitals, through their abdomen to the sternum, I'd run a knife to spill their insides into a wheel barrow. The women would cart it off for processing into a stew that I still find quite delicous
I onow enougj anatomy that I could probably gut a human, if I needed to.
I would ride home to the suburbs every Sunday evening, stinking of blood, covered in the smell of an animals insides. Blood, and shit, and the occasional fetus
For a while, I was disgusted. I hated myself.
but I guess I grew desensitized to it
I started watching videos of people dying. Rapes, or murders, even videos of fur factories where animals aren't killed, just stunned before being skinned
Action, and horror movies are boring. Gore is uninteresting
and thats my point
Blood and guts aren't disgusting. They are a part of life
in a survival situation, I'd gut a chicken, cow, or person
and if that chicken, cow or person broke into my home, I'd feel no emotion, none at all as I dumped a magazine of remington umc, 115 gr, jhp into its skull
And if you aren't ready to do that, if you've never killed an animal before, ask yourself I'd that glock strapped to your hip is a tool, or a piece of jewelry