What They’re Really Selling You When They Say “All Religions Are the Same”
And this time, a satirical column, sharp but not inflammatory, that seeks to address one of the popular slogans of the humanist-relativist era.

And this time, a satirical column, sharp but not inflammatory, that seeks to address one of the popular slogans of the humanist-relativist era.
Once upon a time, when you said “intellectual,” you imagined someone sitting in a library with a mustache, opening thick volumes, asking deep questions and trying to understand the human soul.
Today, an intellectual is someone who has a subscription to Haaretz, three articles in the Open University – and a solid opinion on why you, who lives in Netivot, simply don’t understand complexities.
We love this country, because it is ours.
With all the mess, the congestion, the luxury and the madness… and maybe that’s why.
Israel and Eurovision are not a “romance.”
It’s an addictive relationship, not healthy, but one we can’t live without. Like the cigarette after a night out, or the third Chaser on a Friday night — you know it’s not good for you, but you’re there.
America discovered Hamas isn’t a folk-dance troupe.
It wants to ban entry to anyone who supported the massacre.
One of the strangest, most intimidating, and most… Israeli professions there is: bus inspectors.
So good morning, tickets please…
There is such a concept in Israel: “unity.”
It is like summer stew – everyone talks about it, no one is really willing to pay the price for it.
Haifa used to be a “demographic mosaic.” Today it’s more like a graffiti wall after a protest: Everyone is sure they know who painted it, no one admits, and only one thing is clear – something has changed here, and it’s not just real estate prices.
Real protest is a powerful force in a democracy, but when every Monday and Thursday your roads are blocked in the name of values written in Arabic – it’s worth asking: “Who is really protesting here – and who is just trying to engineer you?”
There are certain things in the world: the sun rises in the east, the IDF is delayed in a briefing, and the Haaretz editorial team presents Israel to its readers — but only after it has been put through an industrial guilt grinder.
Like gefilte fish: grind, add ironic sauce, and be careful not to make it feel a little too Jewish.