Today's poem:

[You were so small in my hands]
- by Mosab Abu Toha

You were so small in my hands
no shrapnel could hit you,
but the dust and
smoke of the bomb
rushed into your lungs.
No need for any gauze.
They just closed your eyes.
No need for any shroud.
You were already
in your swaddle blanket.

Much is being said about the #Signal group chat in terms of #opsec and #nationalsecurity.

But little notice has been given to the contents of that discussion. The mystifying hatred of #Europe, the relentless focus on what Pres #Biden did or did not do — I’m no expert in these things but that cannot be normal.

Professionals involved in a serious business — say, planning the #bombing of another country — focus on the matter at hand. This sounded more like a locker room conversation among a bunch of teenaged boys.

Even setting aside the #security aspects, the sheer #incompetence and #unprofessionalism on display should disqualify every one of them from any serious job, in or outside the #government.

#Trump Officials in #Signal Fiasco Attended #Secret Mar-a-Lago Dinner Shortly After Celebrating #Bombing

Trump officials accidentally invited the editor-in-chief of The Atlantic to their Signal group chat. Hours after bombs dropped on #Yemen , they partied at a $1-million-per-seat Mar-a-Lago dinner.
#maralago #security

https://www.wired.com/story/trump-officials-signal-chat-candlelight-dinner-mar-a-lago-yemen/