By: The guy who yells at the TV — even when it agrees with him

Let’s be honest: I never meant to get hooked. I swear.
One day I was just channel surfing, looking for something to watch while folding laundry — and suddenly, The Patriots.
Five people in a studio, a wooden table wrapped in an Israeli flag poster, and monologues that make you feel like you just walked into a protest — only with air conditioning.

At first, it made me laugh.
Then it made me angry.
And now? Now I’m part of it.
Because anyone who watches The Patriots for more than a week goes through a transformation. It’s not just a panel show — it’s a lifestyle.

It’s not a studio — it’s a support group for Israel-lovers with high blood pressure

I don’t watch “normal” TV anymore.
Channel 12? Too open-source, too fake, too self-loathing. There isn’t a single moment when they’re not trying to sell you something — a product, a celebrity, or a political agenda.
Channel 11? Everyone sounds like they’re halfway through a psychological debate at Oxford, while the self-importance and “moral relativism” echo to the heavens.
But Channel 14, prime time?

That’s where The Patriots look straight into the camera and say:
“Wake up, people! We’re in a war for Israel’s identity!”
And it feels less like a TV show and more like a family dinner at my uncle’s place in Rehovot — just with better lighting.

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You don’t just get news there. You get emotion, tone, conviction — and no one’s bloated with self-importance. No one’s too polished or fake.
And most importantly — you get validation.
That you’re not crazy.
That other people see what you see and choke on their morning coffee for the same reasons when they open Twitter.

I can recognize them by tone alone

Yes, I have my favorites.
The loud one with veins popping out of his neck? Gives me hope that someone still cares enough to raise their blood pressure.
The sarcastic one with the killer one-liners? A legend — like a stand-up comic who rediscovered Zionism.
The calm female host? Love her too. She always slips in one peaceful sentence in the middle of chaos — a gentle reminder that there’s still oxygen.

And when a new guest shows up, I immediately scan: Patriot or poser?
The criteria are simple:

• Doesn’t apologize.
• Loves Israel more than ice cream.
• Isn’t afraid to ask, “Does this look normal to you?!” — even when he knows it doesn’t.

The reactions at home are… mixed

My wife says I get too worked up.
She walks into the living room and goes,
“Are you yelling at the TV again?”
And I say,
“That’s not yelling. That’s authentic pain.”
She looks at me like I should go fold more laundry.

The kids already know: after 8 p.m., Dad’s in Patriot Mode.
They don’t ask questions. They just exchange glances and know not to touch the remote.

“But they’re not balanced!” my friends tell me

Correct. Thank you for the insight, Sherlock.
If I wanted balance, I’d read a government press release.
I don’t want balance. I want passion.
I want righteous anger.
I want people shouting, “They’ve taken over our country!” — even if it’s a bit exaggerated, because it feels real.

And honestly, with all the frustration I have about what’s going on here — I need a place to vent.
That’s what they do. They yell for me.
They’re angry on my behalf — just more eloquently.
They make the noise I’m too polite (or cowardly) to make on the bus or at work.

Sure, I know it’s not perfect

I’m not naïve.
Sometimes it really does go overboard.
Sometimes there’s barely a difference between the show and a Telegram channel.
Sometimes every argument ends with, “Oh, so you’re against the people?”
And yeah — not every leftist is a traitor, not every judge is the enemy.

But in a country that often feels like one big explosion of clashing comment sections —
at least here, you feel at home.

I’m a Patriot — the living-room edition

So here I am, every night, with a cup of tea, sitting and watching.
Yelling a little, nodding a lot, scolding the TV when necessary, and applauding when someone “says it perfectly.”
I don’t want to be a politician. I’m not planning to protest outside the Knesset.
But at 9:00 p.m.? I’m a soldier on the panel.

And if you ask me — this isn’t just a show.
It’s a mission.
A slightly loud, slightly ridiculous, deeply heartfelt mission —
fueled by one simple, unapologetic emotion:

Love of country.

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הירשמו כדי לקבל את הפוסטים האחרונים אל המייל שלכם

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