After we got to know the parties, the politicians, the journalists, and the public – it’s time to talk about the most Israeli phenomenon after hummus and traffic jams on Highway 1: political cyclicality. That eternal time loop in which everything changes – in order to stay exactly the same.
The public is the sovereign, the king, the final arbiter – and also the one who will regret it in three months.
He is cynical but naive, nervous but indifferent, and most importantly – he is never at fault.
Javier Millay is a phenomenon: a combination of a political comedian and a capitalist economist who believes in the ideology of personal freedom but is not ashamed to choose sides in the international arena. In an era when many leaders prefer to stand on the fence against anti-Semitism, Millay chose to climb the fence with an Israeli flag in one hand and a chainsaw in the other.
Mezuzah, yes, mezuzah. You’d be surprised how much depth there is in this little box that sticks to the door frame and looks like it’s holding a secret.
She’s not just any object. She’s a psychologist, a gatekeeper, an Mossad agent, and a spiritual GPS device – all in a box the size of a permanent marker.
Ah, my dear Israel – land flowing with milk and honey, rockets and politics.
By October 2025, as we still stagger from the trauma of October 7, 2023, and face threats on all fronts — Hamas, Hezbollah, Iran, and even “friendly” neighbors – there emerges a phenomenon that feels like an autoimmune disease.
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 — 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.
When judges drink the espresso of the rule of law – and drip a little activism into the coffee
The Druze don’t need us to cheer them on Memorial Day or when a Druze officer falls in battle.
They need – like every citizen – to be treated with respect even when it’s unpleasant, even when there are no cameras, and even when there is a planning and building committee.
Sometimes, it seems like history is drunk, going around in circles with a glass of raki in hand. Here, a hundred years after the collapse of the Ottoman Empire, the guy who wants to wear the robe is back. This time, he’s not a sultan with a turban and seventy concubines, but a politician in a suit, holding a NATO passport, and his name is Recep Tayyip Erdogan.
What Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of “The Protest”
November 30, 2025
