Is this what you want Toronto? ISLAMOFREAKS telling you, you can't play music?

You deserve to feel at home without fear. A shop is someone’s years of work. A school holds children’s futures. A synagogue carries prayers, memories, and the simple expectation that those who enter will return home safely. When these places are threatened or destroyed, the damage reaches far beyond their walls. No political cause grants permission to burn, steal, or terrorize. No Palestinian flag excuses antisemitism. Hatred of Jews must never become a respectable political position simply because someone presents it as solidarity. The duty of government is to protect people and uphold the law. Fine speeches cannot rebuild a livelihood or reassure a family afraid to send its children outside. Macron's leadership deserves to be judged by what is meant to protect and what it delivered. All Left-wing governments deserve the same scrutiny. Their claims of compassion ring hollow whenever they minimize violence because confronting its perpetrators would inconvenience their politics. Excusing Islam abandons everyone living within reach of his threats. France deserves the courage to name antisemitism, confront Islam, and prosecute violence consistently, whatever banner its perpetrators carry. Your pain matters. Your homes matter. You deserve protection before tragedy, and justice afterward. May your children inherit streets they can walk without fear, communities that stand together, and leaders worthy of their trust. There is still a France worth defending in every neighbor who refuses hatred, every person who helps rebuild, and every citizen who insists that liberty must belong to everyone.

They are very organized. In Marseille, ALL the Jewish-owned shops on the protest path were broken and looted, and most of the Christian-owned ones. NONE of the Muslim-owned ones. Here, one guy saves a shop by telling the others "it's a sister". You know djihad when you see it.

The Tiny Community That Opened a Door in the Dark In the late 1950s a few hundred Jews on a British rock the size of a city park became the last, fragile bridge between Morocco and freedom. After independence, the Moroccan government closed the exit. Families who wanted Israel had to leave at night, often with nothing but what they could carry, knowing that if they were caught they faced prison. Northern routes—by fishing boat from isolated beaches, or overland into the Spanish enclaves—led toward one narrow British territory: Gibraltar. There, a community so small it could fit inside a single large synagogue kept the pipeline open. They housed arrivals in a transit camp, fed them, clothed them, and prepared the papers that would get them onto ships or planes bound for Marseille and then Haifa. Local men risked their own names and status so the smuggling vessels could be registered under British cover. One of them, Abraham Beniso z"l, put the Pisces—later renamed Egoz—in his own name. The boat made a dozen night runs across the Strait, each time carrying forty or fifty people who had left their homes forever. On 10 January 1961 the Egoz sank on its thirteenth voyage. Forty-four Jews, many of them children, drowned a few miles off the Moroccan coast. The disaster did not stop the work. Within months a new agreement opened the floodgates, and tens of thousands more left. But the clandestine years—the years when every departure was a gamble—had depended on the Rock and the people who lived there. Marcelle Bensimon z"l (later Lady Hassan and mother to @FleurHassanN and @MHassanNahon ), a young nurse from Larache, ran the camp and tended the sick and exhausted. The rest of the community quietly supplied food, blankets, and silence. No one stayed long; almost no one was supposed to. The point was to keep moving people through, out of reach of the Moroccan authorities and toward the sea. A few hundred people on a fortress that Spain still claimed, living under British rule and surrounded by neighbors who did not recognize Israel, turned their home into a way-station for a national exodus. They did not rescue every Moroccan Jew. They did something rarer: they held open one of the few doors that existed when every other door was shut. For the families who walked through it, that was enough.

This one he's boasting about the plunder he got, congratulating the young'uns for having destroyed everything and mocking the LEO. HE KNOWS HE'S SAFE.