As protests start ramping up and violence escalates please remember:
DO NOT PUT MILK IN YOUR EYES FOR PEPPER SPRAY OR TEAR GAS.
It can and will cause infection due to bacteria. Flush with water, distilled if possible, and never EVER wear contact lenses to protests where there may be police retaliation.
My mind cannot comprehend the behavior of Israeli journalists and delegation on this year's Eurovision.
Here's the video of Israeli journalist harassing Joost Klein, contestant from Netherlands.
The journalist name is Dov Gil-Har.
Absolutely disgusting, shameless behavior. They harass contestants with so much confidence and without facing any consequences.
This is yet another disgraceful thing they've done this year, is there a limit? Their presence by itself created such a negative atmosphere for everyone there, both contestants and the crowd watching.
All of this could've been avoided if they were banned from competing, all of it.
Shame on EBU, shame on this "journalist", shame on Israel.
Idk how to feel about this. It just seems pretty empty saying this after laughing and dancing with the Israel representative. At least it's something though I guess, it's the first time I've heard him speak up in any way shape or form about it.
And empty words or not, still a pretty ballsy move considering how EBU does not play about shit like this. I highly believe that's why Mustii didn't even qualify for the finals. He was a fan-favourite and expected to rank very highly, but once he wrote "peace" on his arm he suddenly didn't even qualify anymore. Now Joost is being investigated and barred from the dress rehearsal for the "why not" incident at the press conference.
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