If someone had told us 20 years ago that in the future we would have vacuum cleaners that talk, navigate, secretly crawl under the bed, and take revenge when you forget to charge them—we would have laughed. Today we laugh less. Especially when the robot once again enters the door, or worse—the electrical cabinet.
The friend who always comes when you don’t invite her, insists on staying too long, and throws you into bed with a set of sounds, lights, and smells you’re not ready for.
Sometimes, it seems like history is drunk, going around in circles with a glass of raki in hand. Here, a hundred years after the collapse of the Ottoman Empire, the guy who wants to wear the robe is back. This time, he’s not a sultan with a turban and seventy concubines, but a politician in a suit, holding a NATO passport, and his name is Recep Tayyip Erdogan.
If you’ve ever searched for the factor that makes terrorists run like tigers, scream like peacocks and feel like they’re invulnerable – look no further. It’s not about the Holy Spirit, it’s not about deep inner jihad, it’s not even about the ideology of a paradise with 72 virgins. It’s about a small, white pill with a name that sounds like a health insurance product – Captagon. Only instead of healing, it’s addictive, dangerous, and of course – insanely profitable.
Love for Israel is not a Hollywood story. It is not divided into a smooth plot with a sweet ending. It is a different kind of love – one born of commitment, not romance. It involves queues at the health insurance company, curses on the road, rent that reeks of fraud – and yet, it is a deeper, more burning love, the kind that leads people to fly here precisely when the sky is thundering.
The WOKE is like quinoa on a moped – it’s not suited to the terrain.
It may be impressive at academic conferences and in New York studios, but it just doesn’t hold water against a tank, a grandmother with strong opinions, or a former member of Congress screaming in the middle of a finance committee hearing.
This is no longer an ordinary war. This is not a fight over territory, resources or national honor. This is not about Hamas, Hezbollah or the parking lot inspector. This is about the internal, real, most instinctive struggle there is – the war between the belly and the cauliflower.
How Jew-hatred became a trend again – and this time under the auspices of the establishment, academia, and political correctness
How did a British man, gay, conservative, fond of whiskey and long speeches, become the last clear voice in the world to lose his voice?
Douglas Murray – One Righteous Man in Sodom
What happens when the old establishments realize they no longer control the narrative – and decide to strike through the legal system?
What Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of “The Protest”
November 30, 2025
