Going Rogue With Caitlin Johnstone

He called the dog "habibi"  - my darling -  as it mauled him to death while his family listened nearby. They had never heard him speak before. He had the mind of an infant. "Enough, my darling," Muhammed said to the dog, because it was killing him, and because he was in pain, and because his family had spoken to him  so lovingly all his life. Those were the words he knew. That's how he was spoken to. That's what you say to someone  when you need them to stop. When you need them to listen. When their behavior is challenging, but you have deep love in your heart. Enough, my darling. Enough, my darling. As Gaza burns: enough, my darling. Enough. As attack dogs on two legs send attack dogs on four legs to bite and maul and kill: Enough, my darling. Enough. A murder of crows  follows a murder of IDF soldiers, cawing, "Enough, my darling. Enough." The bombed out hospitals. The children without limbs. The sniper drones playing recorded babies' cries to try and lure out civilians. The attack dog maulings. The