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.
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.
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.
Superpowers? We have them. Survivability? Plenty. Bizarre costumes? Every Friday morning in central Tel Aviv.
And who needs Marvel when you have the guy from the neighborhood who insists on fixing the air conditioner with flip-flops?
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November 30, 2025
