In Britain, as in Britain – there is nothing more dangerous than polite hatred.
Because when hatred comes with tea and a biscuit it is much harder to spot.
The Book of Esther is not just a story about a distant past, it is a reminder that dangerous rhetoric can become policy, and that policy can become reality.
And it came to pass in those days, when the threats from Tehran increased and the danger drew near to the limit of my endurance, and Israel resolved that she would no longer die. And she said in her heart: If I am not for myself – who is for me, and if I am for myself – what am I?
And thus will stand this one against this one the heirs of ancient Persia and the newly established Jewish state; no more tale of royal court and feasting, for if from the dust of might, knowledge and fear, no more a book sealed with feasting and joy, but an open chapter that is still being written.
โArab Christiansโ is a historical oxymoron. They are not Arabs – they are descendants of the ancient peoples of the Levant who were conquered, Arabized, and pushed into a corner. Some are starting to realize it. Others still live the illusion.
The era where hatred doesn’t need a neat ideology, a theory book, or a drawn mustache.
A good algorithm, a little rage, and a lot of screen time are enough.
Between Pyramids and Paranoia: From a Glorious Past to a Confused Present
Sometimes it seems like someone here has forgotten that soldiers came to defend, not to write a group children’s book.
Religion doesn’t disappear – it wanders.
It seeks out places where people still want to know why they get up in the morning.
Next time someone rolls their eyes and asks, โWhatโs the deal with not touching?โ, the honest answer is simple: itโs not fear of sex. Itโs a deep suspicion that really good things, without limits, tend to end badly.
What Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of โThe Protestโ
November 30, 2025
