There is something undeniably hilarious about an entire political, legal, and media ecosystem dedicating itself for years to bringing down one man,
only to discover he keeps standing there like Gulliver while tiny furious politicians throw mud at his shoes.
In the real world, even a bloody history can be turned into cooperation if both sides have something to gain. Sometimes, the best way to win a war is to wait fifty years, and come back as a friend.
The story of the barista from Netanyahu’s video is one of those small moments that explains a large phenomenon.
In the age of social media, the battle for public opinion is no longer fought only between governments, it is fought between images.
Trump isn’t just “looking after a friend.” He needs a partner who is free. Free from lawsuits, free from criminal headlines, free to re-establish himself as a regional player with a full political mandate.
What is actually left in the Israeli left today – besides the almost obsessive-hysterical-therapeutic desire to remove Benjamin Netanyahu from Balfour, from the Knesset, from history, and from their feed.
There are certain things in life: the sun rises in the east, traffic jams on the Ayalon Highway, and every September the Israeli Prime Minister comes to New York to speak in front of a hall full of representatives of countries who cluck their tongues and vote for anything that undermines Israel’s existence.
Did Netanyahu really train more for the White House meeting? … Was this a sophisticated physical manipulation, or just a well-made shirt?
Will a “Benjamin Index of Political Muscularity” be established? … Will we see Lapid doing rowing exercises, or Gantz in a “Morning of Training and Zionism” story?
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.
There are moments when history is not written – it is cooked. Over medium heat, with a lot of delegitimization oil, a sauce of suspicion, and a garnish of appearances. Welcome to the legal kitchen of the State of Israel, where the main dish for years has been “Netanyahu’s cases,” but the presentation? Like in Paris – small, bloated, pretentious, and very expensive for the taxpayer.
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.
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