F.D.R. (F*ck Da Rich) @DrSuzy Ceasefire NOW for a Bonobo Halloween

Flying over Full Moon on my Vibrating Broom, I deliver my spooky s3x-positive Ode to Halloween to spark the scene as well as our newest Bonoboville road, “Poet Avenue"... Warning: Explicit Conversations About Politics, Culture, & S3xuality!   So, it’s been 3 weeks since “Israel’s 9/11” when Hamas horrifically attacked Israel, & then Israel horrifically attacked Gaza, which it is still attacking & attacking… in a frenzy of atrocity after atrocity. On this FDR, I join the voices of fellow anti-Zionist Jews saying, “No! Not in our name! Ceasefire now.” But how? Friends of Bonobos (with Lola ya Bonobo) invited me on a backstage tour of the San Diego Zoo bonobos, so Max & I held a “Peace Summit” with the quintessential peacemakers: the bonobos. Seeing them made me even more certain that peace is the way - even in Palestine…. Ceasefire for Palestine! Ceasefire for the hostages... Ceasefire for Israel! The only ones who won’t benefit from a ceasefire are Hamas, because Hamas feeds off of everyone’s outrage over Israel’s war crimes. Bibi Netanyahu is dead wrong (of course). The best thing Israel can do now is offer to negotiate with Hamas, to neutralize the “enemy” with peace, like bonobos... Part of our Bonobo Peace Summit involved dining at the wonderful Palestinian restaurant, Fairouz, recommended by a Callin listener who took our mutual friend the great Abby Martin there after screening her film “Gaza Fights for Freedom.” Fairouz is also an art gallery filled with vibrant paintings by Ibrahim Al Nashashibi, whose brother Sami Al Nashashibi (of one of Jerusalem’s oldest Palestinian families) is an excellent host, his broad smile seeming to stretch across the great divide between Palestine & Israel, Muslim & Jew; with love, art, poetry & great food. My brother Steve & sister-in-law Tiya also took us to the Fish Market where we slurped up fresh oysters, said to be aphrodisiacs. Sounds fishy, but they did trigger great sex—great disabled, senior sex, that is—later at the hotel. Or maybe we were just inspired by the bonobos, but it was delicious AND orgasmic, in that order. Max felt so good, he almost tossed his wheelchair off the balcony. We also visited "Embracing Peace," aka “Unconditional Surrender” or the “Kissing Statue,” more proof that