NEVER A WAR HE DIDN’T LIKE | Day 152 | Trump-Netanyahu | Iran strikes | Israeli settler attacks

**George Galloway** (0:00)
It was the mother of all mafia funerals. All the dons were there, and hell was empty because all the demons were in Washington DC. There is a lot coming tonight with the very best guests, anywhere to be found on the Internet because it's the mother of all talk shows. Stay tuned.

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**George Galloway** (0:40)
And I hope that you die and your death will come soon. I'll follow your casket on a pale afternoon, and I'll stand over your grave until I know that you are dead. In other news, Senator Lindsey Graham was interred in South Carolina, soon to be renamed Lindsey Graham State. He was earlier received in the Capitol building. They did their best to portray a man who was fearless, maybe war-like. Well, Donald Trump, his chief mourner, said, he never saw a war he didn't like. JD. Vance said he was only 5'6, but he'd open his jacket and he'd swagger in as if he was 6'5. None of them mentioned the fact that he was an enthusiastic employer of energetic male prostitutes in the Capitol building itself, whom he received habitually in Red Panties, in the style of the former director of the FBI, founder of the FBI, J. Edgar Hoover. Though I don't know if Red Panties were J. Edgar's favorite, but they were Lindsey Graham's favorite. He was a bottom in the parlance, in case you had never guessed that. But he made up for his tiny penis and his bottom predilections by urging and succeeding in the mass slaughter of millions of people. Donald Trump said that he didn't know where Lindsey was now, upstairs or downstairs, which showed at least a healthy recognition on the part of Donald Trump that that's not a decision he or his administration will be able to make. Well, if there is a hell, then it is bound to be the case that Senator Lindsey Graham, in his red panties, is receiving Beelzebub right now. And I hope it hurts and I hope it lasts forever. They were all there at the Mafia funeral. Did you see it? There was the little Don, Don Rubio, out of Miami. There was the Tel Aviv Don, Don Benny, out of Tel Aviv. He was there. And of course, the Don himself, although looking more and more ridiculous. Think Tony Soprano in the psychiatrist chair. That's the kind of Don that Donald Trump is now more comparable with. Marlon Brando, he ain't. Don Corleone, he ain't. If there was a movie painting as pastiche, the fake mafia persona of Donald Trump, it was on view at the White House correspondence, dinner and in the funeral arrangements. He looked like a man who knows that he'll be following Lindsey Graham before very long. We will all follow Lindsey Graham, and the Lord will judge all of us, pink, red, blue panties and all. But we can some of us at least plead that we did our best to stop war, that we heeded the Lord when he said, blessed are the peacemakers, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. This gathering of mafia dons, the little Zelensky, he was there, mustn't forget him, though he's a kind of sub-don. Don't look for any sexual connotations in that, though come to think of it, I've seen him prancing around the stage in his little jumpsuit. I've seen him playing the piano with great difficulty with his penis. So he's a sub-don, little Zelensky, but they were all there and they were rejoicing in war. It was a collection of the biggest killers, the biggest thieves, the biggest liars, the biggest deceivers, the biggest degenerates that the world has ever seen. I don't know if Hitler, Mussolini and Tojo were ever together in the same room, but even if they were, it would not have been as evil a convocation as gathered appropriately for the funeral of Mr. Red Panties' Lindsay Graham. It was, of course, a matter of some speculation as to what exactly they were talking about.
Zelensky hoped for a one-on-one, again, no sexual imputation implied, with Netanyahu, but Netanyahu turned him down, showing at least some sense that Israel really oughtn't to push Russia too far. But they were talking at the funeral, and expert lip-readers are on the case right now. But he did get a one-on-one with Donald Trump. And nobody knows yet exactly what was said, exactly what was decided. But suffice to say, it did not live up to Donald Trump's hype the day before, when he said it was time to end the Ukraine War, and that he was going to metaphorically take little Zelensky by the jumpsuit, tell him he had no cards, tell him that his time had run out, and that he was now going to take decisive action. After all, the Iran War, to which I turn in a minute, is now sunk in such a miserable, miserable swamp of failure. He really needs something to distract attention as the American people prepare for the polls. We don't know what was said either in the one-on-one between Donald Trump and Don Benny from Tel Aviv in the Oval Office. We do know that the media were forbidden to enter, that the media were forbidden to report what went on there. Again, in the pre-trial hype, Donald Trump implied that he was the boss. But if you believe that Donald Trump is the boss of Benjamin Netanyahu, then I have a bridge in London that I could sell you going cheap. All of the body language, all of the mood music at the funeral, and subsequently indicates very clearly who is calling the shots.