Interesting is that the wordings for all these "clubs" are always the same...

And then you see a steady stream of very "convincing" pleas on TikTok: "I am Iranian, and I am ecstatic that the United States of America, and President Donald Trump are taking decisive action to LIBERATE my people... 🥳 " These assholes are a dime a dozen and really the shame of humanity. I hope they are getting paid enough for that. Actually I hope not, but I am sure there is some good money involved. 🇺🇸

More like Unit 8200 sock puppets 🤬🙉🙈

And then there's that unfortunate example...

Machiavelli warned about exiles in The Prince. Paraphrased: “One must be cautious of those who come from other lands, especially if they have left their own country. Their judgment is shaped elsewhere; their loyalty is not to your state, but to their own interest. They may admire your institutions or despise them, but either way, they can do harm if trusted blindly.”

Everyone needs to read that book

Sigh. It’s all fun and games till your “hero” kills your cousin’s entire family

Some "heroes" wear capes, some "heroes" kill Goyim cousins in cold blood. "Heroes" are a truly diverse group. They come in all shapes and sizes 🎉

The Stranger within my gate, He may be true or kind, But he does not talk my talk-- I cannot feel his mind. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth, But not the soul behind. The men of my own stock, They may do ill or well, But they tell the lies I am wanted to, They are used to the lies I tell; And we do not need interpreters When we go to buy or sell. The Stranger within my gates, He may be evil or good, But I cannot tell what powers control-- What reasons sway his mood; Nor when the Gods of his far-off land Shall repossess his blood. The men of my own stock, Bitter bad they may be, But, at least, they hear the things I hear, And see the things I see; And whatever I think of them and their likes They think of the likes of me. This was my father's belief And this is also mine: Let the corn be all one sheaf-- And the grapes be all one vine, Ere our children's teeth are set on edge By bitter bread and wine.