And this time, a satirical column, sharp but not inflammatory, that seeks to address one of the popular slogans of the humanist-relativist era.
As long as there are people here who continue to believe – not in the theory of binationality, but in the historical right of one small and troublesome people to return home – hope is not lost.
And deep down we still have a little bit of Jewish audacity, a little faith, and a little healthy cynicism – it will not disappear either.
Yes, the destroyers and ruiners are among us — in faculty lounges, film festivals, and NGOs with suspiciously generous grants.
But they won’t win.
Because even if they hate themselves, we love this country enough for both of us.
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.
If in the 20th century Germany tried to impose its policies through force, in the 21st century it is testing its weakness through morality.
We are a people who survived 3,000 years, rose from the ashes of great empires, built a progressive state in the heart of the Middle East – and then willingly choose to spend seven days in a makeshift tent in a parking lot. If that isn’t proof of Jewish tenacity, I don’t know what is.
Two small boxes, lots of black leather, knots, wraps, a constant mantra, and your morning is no longer just a morning – it started with meaning.
How Jew-hatred became a trend again – and this time under the auspices of the establishment, academia, and political correctness
What Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of “The Protest”
November 30, 2025
