Role playing? Parading on social media?

I’m literally in Lebanon. My original hometown is being bombed, and might be annexed like in the 1980s. I’m helping the displaced folks in shelters every goddamn day. Our EMTs and their centers are being struck (100 of our medical staff killed so far). It’s an absolute apocalypse for many people, many of the most vulnerable here. Neighborhoods are gone, do you understand? One day we plan to help displaced friends get their valuable stuff out of their homes, the next day the homes are just gone. Ashes. No combatants or weapons, just homes turned to ashes. I’m lucky enough to only hear the bombs and sonic booms where I live, and to feel the occasional distant thud.

And what’s happening in Lebanon is only a fraction of the misery in Gaza.

When we see them drop a strike over the city, we don’t think “yay bingo buzzword”. We’re not selling you on feeling bad for us. Just because you live in a coddled country it doesn’t mean the real crimes happening elsewhere are buzzwords to annoy you. If there’s an absolute laundry list of crimes we are facing, how is it our fault?

If it makes you feel better, your marches in the west are what looks like role play to us. You ask your governments and supposed representatives too nicely to stop supporting these crimes and in return they make fun of you and ignore these urgent pleas. They dare you to not support them even when they do the opposite of what you want.

Don’t patronize me. I’m not the one who’s only angrily typing online. I’m blocking you.