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.
In a world where terrorists hide in caves, stir up dust, and run websites from broken keyboards, there is also Qatar.
A sleazy emirate in the Persian Gulf with grand ambitions – to become the nerve center of global political Islam. Or to be precise: the octopus head of global jihad.
A Jewish and democratic state – or a state of the High Court and the Land?
It is impossible to preserve a democracy in which judges judge the people – instead of the people electing their leaders. It is impossible to continue in a reality in which every national initiative, every conservative reform, every law with a Jewish character – is immediately passed through a sieve of consultants, lawyers, and in the end – 15 people who feel like a grand jury of a country in which they do not even have a flag.
There are relationships that after a certain time stop being romantic and become a bit… suffocating.
You’re no longer sure if you’re in a relationship – or in foster care . . . and that’s more or less the situation between Israel and the United States.
How Jew-hatred became a trend again – and this time under the auspices of the establishment, academia, and political correctness
There are moments when history is not written – it is cooked. Over medium heat, with a lot of delegitimization oil, a sauce of suspicion, and a garnish of appearances. Welcome to the legal kitchen of the State of Israel, where the main dish for years has been “Netanyahu’s cases,” but the presentation? Like in Paris – small, bloated, pretentious, and very expensive for the taxpayer.
Being a parent in wartime is not just anxiety – it’s a position.
It’s the duty to project stability – even when you’re yourself fractured
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 Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of “The Protest”
November 30, 2025
