☕ What Is Israel’s Judicial System Really Selling Us?
When judges drink the espresso of the rule of law – and drip a little activism into the coffee
When judges drink the espresso of the rule of law – and drip a little activism into the coffee
Once, Jews would fight for their lives, today – they fight for their right to blame themselves
And if possible – do it on a T-shirt with a witty caption, in English, on Kaplan or Rothschild Boulevard
If you look up the definition of “enemy in disguise,” you won’t find it in the lexicon of Western diplomats – but you will find it in reality, with a burgundy flag and a curved sword in the middle. It’s called Qatar.
It’s not that they are heroes despite what they were taught. They are heroes because of what they were taught — love of country, tradition, responsibility, honor. Values that are considered social shame today in the West, here they are the entry ticket to life itself.
Before our eyes, a strange, disturbing and sometimes pathetic alliance is being forged between the radical left in the West and fundamentalist Islamist movements. They call it the red-green alliance – red like the blood from the communist revolution, green like the flags of Hamas and the Muslim Brotherhood. And this is not science fiction, this is the reality in which universities, the media and, rather disturbingly, quite a few European politicians live.
The continent that once stood up to empires, crossed oceans and brought Western culture — stands up to nothing today. Not even itself. It chose to give up: identity, borders, national pride, intellectual freedom.
Israel is the opposite of Europe: a young, lively, stressed, cynical, armed, and quite self-confident people. And even if we sometimes think we are crazy — at least we are not committing suicide in the name of tolerance.
When you hear the word “occupation,” everyone imagines a machine gun, checkpoints, fences, and an army on every corner.
But it turns out that this occupation? It’s less “occupation” and more “VIP customer service” – with an invoice to the Home Front Command.
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.