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 โ 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.
No, we donโt hate peaceืช We just learned that peace doesnโt come from circles of empathy and songs in the park.
It comes from clear borders, a strong army, and an unshakable belief in the rightness of our cause.
There are certain things in life: the sun rises in the east, traffic jams on the Ayalon Highway, and every September the Israeli Prime Minister comes to New York to speak in front of a hall full of representatives of countries who cluck their tongues and vote for anything that undermines Israel’s existence.
To those who shout “Free Palestine” on the streets of London, Paris or New York โ understand: “Free” Palestine will cost you dearly.
It will not come without blood, it will not come without war, and it will not come at all – because we are here, from the Jordan to the sea, and we are not going anywhere
This sentence is sold around the world, especially on the progressive left, as if it describes some fantasy of inter-ethnic brotherhood: from the Jordan to the sea, everyone will live in peace, share hummus, and teach each other folk dances.
It’s a beautiful idea โ kind of like thinking that if you opened all the cages on a safari, the lions, zebras, and giraffes would cook together over a fire.
The Palestinian people may not be a people โ but they are certainly a weapon of consciousness. One aimed at the heart of Zionism, armed with lies, heartwarming words, and the cooperation of the post-Western world.
If we donโt understand that the threat is not just missiles but also narratives โ we will find ourselves apologizing for our existence. Again.
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.
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.
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