As of October 2025, one thing is already clear: Gaza does not need a โrenovation.โ It needs a reboot.
Only one question remains open – why, in the name of common sense, would anyone want to rehabilitate Gaza, how long is it supposed to take, and most importantly – who the hell is supposed to live there afterwards?
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.
As always, after the cameras turn off, countries will return to their wars, their economic crises, and their migrant riots. And us? We will stay here, defend our borders, send our sons into battle, and continue to live in the reality they draw on UN maps as if it were a game of chance.
The lie of “genocide in Gaza” is not just a plot โ it is a global PR exercise, designed to turn Israel into the next apartheid state on the moral board of the global left.
We will not fall for it, because unlike them, we know what real genocide is โ we were there, we survived, and we returned home. And while they scream in the streets, we will continue to guard this house, even if it causes them to accuse us of ten more “genocides.”
When I hear “from the river to the sea,” I don’t think of scenery. I don’t think of a trip. I don’t think of peace. I hear, simply, “We want you to disappear.”
We know that won’t happen – not because we believe in fairies, but because we know how to swim in the river, and protect the sea.
To those who shout “Free Palestine” on the streets of London, Paris or New York โ understand: “Free” Palestine will cost you dearly.
It will not come without blood, it will not come without war, and it will not come at all – because we are here, from the Jordan to the sea, and we are not going anywhere
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 โ 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.
The Palestinian people may not be a people โ but they are certainly a weapon of consciousness. One aimed at the heart of Zionism, armed with lies, heartwarming words, and the cooperation of the post-Western world.
If we donโt understand that the threat is not just missiles but also narratives โ we will find ourselves apologizing for our existence. Again.
If you think that tourist trips to the tombs of the righteous began in the 1980s with rabbis caressing friends and handing out dollar bills, youโre probably right. But long before that, in 1867, a slightly different type arrived in Jerusalem, armed with a wide-brimmed hat, a sharp pencil, and capable of describing the high school in a way that would make even a guide from the โAntiquities Departmentโ sweat.
His name was Samuel Langhorne Clemens, but everyone knows him asโฆ Mark Twain.
What Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of โThe Protestโ
November 30, 2025
