How flowers, deep gazes, and conversations until midnight alternate with the air conditioner remote that no one can find when they need it most
Because in the end, a relationship is not about who controls the remote, but about who is willing to give it up – just because they are a little cold.
When the country is turbulent, when the news is depressing, when the people are divided, when the left and right are fighting – shawarma is waiting for us in the corner. It doesn’t ask if you voted. It doesn’t check if you are in favor of reform. It’s just there, with coleslaw, runny tahini, and a look that says: “Forget about everything, brother, one bite and you’ll understand why you were born.”
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.
Two small boxes, lots of black leather, knots, wraps, a constant mantra, and your morning is no longer just a morning – it started with meaning.
For decades, Sweden was something between a natural pine-paneled rec room and a how-to manual on “how to be a country without causing problems.” But in the last two or three years, something has changed there.
The lie of “genocide in Gaza” is not just a plot — it is a global PR exercise, designed to turn Israel into the next apartheid state on the moral board of the global left.
We will not fall for it, because unlike them, we know what real genocide is — we were there, we survived, and we returned home. And while they scream in the streets, we will continue to guard this house, even if it causes them to accuse us of ten more “genocides.”
The lie of “Israeli apartheid” is not a mistake, but a strategy. It is designed not to fix Israel—but to destroy the idea of it.
And so we must not treat it with academic leniency or liberal humor. But we are allowed, and even desirable, to treat it with cynicism—and to expose its absurdity.
UBI is like a generous grandmother — giving you money, without asking why, just because she cares. The question is whether society as a whole can afford to become a grandmother.
If we do this out of responsibility, thinking, and a desire to strengthen freedom and not lull the people — we might find that our future is not only smarter, but also more humane.
What Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of “The Protest”
November 30, 2025
