Betore Rome, there was Carthage. Before Carthage, there was Tyre.
Europe, Princess of Tyre, gave her name to the continent of Europe, to those who, today, let Israel destroy her city, Tyre—a city more than 5,000 years old—by European weapons without saying a word.
What you see in this image are not merely ordinary columns; they are the historical columns of Tyre in southern Lebanon are iconic Roman architectural remains. They are part of an ancient Phoenician city-state that is now a UNESCO World Heritage site.
I could not identify any military targets that would justify striking a UNESCO World Heritage protected site. We are watching history beirg erased in real time by Israel.
Not bad on a 5060 Ti 16GB of vram
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Influencers returning to places where they yield more influence. This is not surprising.
Influence is a game of numbers. Being early is too but not after it’s been a while.
I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time like
Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin'
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cipher complete
Whether crusing in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep
I keep falling, but never falling six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?)