The Axis of Evil on the Couch
After two years of surprises, Axis of Evil looks like a beautiful idea from the 2000s that got stuck in 2026 without a version update.
After two years of surprises, Axis of Evil looks like a beautiful idea from the 2000s that got stuck in 2026 without a version update.
A bill for years of hosting cartels, enabling terror networks, and inviting the Axis of Evil into Latin America – while assuming Washington would keep looking away.
Ultimately: real revolutions don’t just happen in WhatsApp statuses – they happen on the streets, in people’s minds, and most importantly, in the overwhelming confusion of those who try to predict what will happen tomorrow, next week, or at the end of 2026.
With or without baklava — it’s time to stop underestimating the new Sultan of the Middle East.
Because while Iran is still building the bomb, Turkey is already filming the series that will make you fall in love with whoever holds it.
Coming this fall to a conflict zone near you: the geopolitical soap opera where yesterday’s enemy is tomorrow’s BFF – and the only constant is chaos.
“In the Middle East, peace isn’t the opposite of war—it’s just foreplay.”
The Iranian nuclear program got a bomb in the face. Or three. Maybe something from space too.
And suddenly we, the Israelis, found ourselves facing a difficult question: Now that there is no more Iranian nuclear program (temporarily, yes?), what do we do with all the fears, obsessions, and movies we saw last night about an atom bomb in Tehran?
Anyone who has ever sat for an hour and a half in a shelter with 11 residents, two babies, and a small radio that screams “The alarm is over – you can leave” every five minutes – will tell you the truth: The most threatening thing about war is that the mold in the shelter will come out of it with more public presence from the Chief of Staff.
Yes, that’s not a typo. As of June 2025, the Israeli prime minister, the man who in recent decades has made an entire career out of warning about a nuclear Iran, is the most beloved person in the markets of Isfahan. Residents take pictures with posters of him, they sell “Bibi-Rimon”-flavored sweets, and there’s even an Iranian band called “Likud Underground” that performs covers of his campaign songs in Persian.
On the night between Thursday and Friday, when half of Israel was asleep and the other half was looking for where to buy hummus at 3 a.m., the surprise arrived. No, it wasn’t a reduction in housing prices – but something much rarer: a direct, targeted, and successful Israeli attack on Iran. Again.
How did a nation of poets and pistachios become the collective monster of Israeli news?
Does that mean there is no threat? … No.
Does that mean we should laugh about it a little? … Absolutely.