Generation Narc: The Hamas Youth

They don’t even know who Depeche Mode are. The students. At Columbia and now all over the US. They don’t know. I know they don’t know because I lived with a Gen Z kid for a period not too long ago, and she had no idea who Depeche Mode were. She couldn’t distinguish between AC/DC and Led Zeppelin. I’d play a song - any song - from yore to understand whether a decade could be offered as a guess, and that failed too. But before I continue on this path, let me just acknowledge something: across liberal states throughout America in the last week, Jews are openly being beaten up in broad daylight by children. Gen Z kids who are the most “privileged” brats to ever roam the earth have been filmed blocking Jewish students from entering their own universities, attacking them with tazers, and being verbally and physically abusive to a degree that would be horrifying to anyone if their victims were Black or gay or truly anything else. In America in the last ten days, a domestic war is being conducted against Jewish people. Let’s just face the facts here. But back to Depeche Mode, while I still have the capacity to indulge anyone with words about anything other than the attempted expulsion of Jews.

My favorite rockumentary ever is D A Pennebaker’s “101”. It’s a movie about Depeche Mode in the 1980s at the height of their unlikely fame. When the English synthpop quartet’s album Music For The Masses was given its title, it was a tongue-in-cheek joke by the band, who knew that they appealed to subculture and were not accruing crowds that would pack stadiums. But something changed with the release of that record, and the Mode’s cult following grew, particularly among the youth. The film follows a group of disparate teenagers who have won a competition to tour America in a bus behind the band, following them from venue to venue. As they travel the country, the strangers bond through the power of their mutual love for the band, and the uniform, lifestyle, language and attitude that comes with them. In the end, it’s not about fandom. It’s about coming-of-age. It’s about connection. It’s about rebellion. It’s about identity. The kids are the heroes via the prism of their own self-discovery.

I think some of the kids residing in America’s university encampments that currently span the country’s Ivy League and UC schools would not understand me if I told them they just need to listen to ‘Blasphemous Rumours’ by Depeche Mode in order to save themselves from discovering that they are - in fact - becoming Hamas terrorists, and they may as well have not paid for an Ivy League education and instead have attended an UNRWA school in Gaza. They had their whole lives ahead of them and now they’ve robbed themselves of their own futures. Now was their time to be real heroes in their own fantasty microcosm, becoming freaks of their own design. Instead, they are braindead and masked spineless sheep lauding themselves as the saviors of our societies, while terrorising Jewish professors and students alike off campus, and we only have Gen X to blame. These children have been raised to prioritize their feelings above anything else. They’ve never once been told to shut up, sit down and defer to an adult. Greta Thunberg was a turning point in our lifetimes. “How dare you!” she screamed. And the adults in the room decided to put the weight of the universe’s problems on the shoulders of the youth, while giving them limitless freedom.

The masked, keffiyeh-donning, antisemitic sign-holding kids in the encampments spent their last two years of high school in lockdown. They were taking classes on Zoom, while stuck at home with their families. They didn’t get to go out. They have been raised glued to an iPhone screen, breathing in TikToks. They don’t know how to experience anything without some kind of external validation source documenting their every move. There is nothing special about anything they do, and nothing they do belongs to just them and their own memory. In the age of individualism, nothing that Gen Z experiences is truly just for them. They live in a web of lies, and so buying expensive camping equipment and sleeping outside for weeks on end on their university campuses with fellow students is the highlight of their existence. These kids are having the time of their lives right now, keeping themselves at school, rather than going literally anywhere else. While some of them absolutely believe in the terrorist rhetoric they spout, many of them just want to be part of the moment. And this is their moment. Make no mistake about that.

When I was at university, I was a hero. We were all heroes. University is a time for heroes. The first Columbia I ever knew wasn’t the university, it was the album track on Definitely, Maybe by Oasis. ‘Columbia’ is, in fact, my favorite ever Oasis track. I think it’s the quintessential Oasis track. Bloated, euphoric, at once meaningless and full of purpose. Loud. Unstoppable. Memorable. Anthemic. Orgasmic, even. Thrilling. Indulgent. Arrogant. Nonsensical. ‘Columbia’ would make a little person feel twenty feet tall. It’s like “Bittersweet Symphony” without the pretense. It’s loaded and it’s full of it. And when I hear ‘Columbia’, what do I remember? I remember being sat on the top of a double decker bus in the spring of 2004, riding down the Oxford Road, in Manchester, England, on my way to an orientation day at Manchester University. I was in my last year of high school and I had my DiscMan and my Oasis CD. I’d applied to six universities. I had an opportunity to take a gap year and go to Cambridge, if I really wanted. I got admitted to the prestigious LSE. I was teeming with offers from Kings and University College London. But oh Manchester.

Riding the bus, I heard Liam Gallagher sing: “I can’t tell you the way I feel cos the way I feel is oh so new to me,” and I thought, Fuck everything else, this is my place. I fell in love with Manchester instantly. See, I didn’t just want a law degree. I wanted to have the greatest three years of my life. And boy did I. We all did. Whatever we had it was mega and fast and it was completely legendary. My memories are still larger than life. In the first year, I had a good time, but in my second and third years, I had a time that set me up for the beginning of my adulthood.

I was put into a seminar group at the beginning of my second year that featured one of the most popular girls in our year, and she took a shine to me, and of course, I agreed to do her assignments for her because she made me laugh until my sides split, and that granted me passage into the gang. The gang of young women in my year. There were half a dozen of us. I was initiated faster than you can down four double Vodka Redbulls (in those days, that would take around 12 minutes), and the rest was history. We were known as The Law Girls. Each one of us had our own nickname. And my friends were the coolest people on the planet. We were known wherever we went. We’d skip lines at clubs. We always studied together after a hungover pub breakfast. All the hot lads wanted attention from us. And we were all very smart despite putting in more hours in the toilet cubicles at indie discos than in the faculty building.

I spent my law degree drinking Jaegerbombs and Desperados while dancing to “Bandages” by Hot Hot Heat at the indie club three times a week. Indie clubs were mandatory. Upstairs at Robinski’s on Mondays. On the dance floor at 42s on Tuesdays. In the bowels of 5th Ave on Thursdays. But my friends and I branched out beyond that. There were reggaeton nights at The Attic. Mr Scruff played a residency at the Music Box on weekends, where we raved until 4am in our finest new vintage bargains. In the summer breaks we’d go to our first music festivals together. We were into everything. Some of my friends did pills. But I didn’t do hard drugs at university. The music was my drug. I’d be driven around in my best friend’s Peugeot 206 and we’d sing/rap along to every line of Amy Winehouse’s Back To Black or Original Pirate Material by The Streets. “Let’s put on our Classics, and we’ll have a little dance shall we?” It was a time. Bands were springing up left, right and centre. Klaxons. Arctic Monkeys. Kaiser Chiefs. Libertines. The Gossip. Bloc Party. I maintain that Silent Alarm is the best album of the 2000s. But yeah, I studied law on the side, and fortunately came out with one of the top degrees in my year. And I remember lying on the grass behind my student digs a few days after my final exam, waiting for my future. June 2007. I had upgraded to an iPod. And I lay down on the sloping lawn, and pressed play. And off it went: Stone Roses, “I Wanna Be Adored”. A song of very few words and gigantic proportions.

“I don’t have to sell my soul, he’s already in me… I wanna be adored, you adore me.”

Had I not gone to Manchester University because of my romantic urge to listen to Oasis on my trip to orientation day, I probably wouldn’t have become the person I am today. University is a time for heroes. At least, it should be. This is what we did in the olden days.

Here is a quick look at universities across America right now. Harvard. Princeton. Yale. Michigan. GW. FIT.

This is a capture of the peak of Gen Z’s biggest, uh, achievement yet. As a result of allowing Qatar to funnel excessive amounts of money into US institutions over the past two decades, the children currently in tents outside their fancy schools across America have been denied a youth, which will subsequently deny them a future. On October 7, the worst pogrom in the 21st century took place against the Jews, and progressives around the world and on university campuses celebrated and "protested the war" before the war in Gaza even began. Weeks before. They wanted a pogrom like October 7 in their own back yards. That's why they chanted for it. GLOBALIZE THE INTIFADA. Well, now they're getting closer. That's really all of what you have to grasp here.

I’d like you to watch this from UCLA today. This is a video of Jewish students being physically barred from entering campuses to take their classes. This is happening across the country.

Hey kids of Gen Z, if you’ve ever wondered how and why Israelis have never been able to broker peace or coexistence or a good deal with the Palestinians, then you can experience it now closer to home. The Palestinian leadership don’t want coexistence. They want expulsion of Jews. Wake up. You’re the Hitler Youth. You’re the Nazis. You. “Zionists deserve to die.” That’s you. You’re doing it.

The kids of America have made themselves the willing victims of Hamas. They are so obsessed with Palestine, they have usurped the Palestinians as the number one pawns in the Islamic Republic of Iran’s game. Iran doesn’t even need to invade to impose a caliphate upon the United States right now. It’s already happening on college campuses. The Supreme Leader of Iran himself has commended the activities of the students. The students who are dressed in Hamas headbands and waving Hezbollah flags inside their own camps. There’s more of a problem in US universities at this point than there is in Israel. I have been talking about antisemitism on campus for years but what is there even to say at this point?

Well, this. Narcissism. The Islamic Regime understands the Gen Z are the children of narcissism; the spawn of the most individualistic time we live in. They’ve played them at their own game. Narcissistic abuse is a headfuck because it usually starts with love. You fall madly in love with the narcissist who tailors themselves to you perfectly. But the narcissist never loves you. And before you know it, you no longer matter to the narcissist, who has moved on to other supply. You know who the best folks are at that game? Professional liars. Frauds. Abusers. Terrorists.

Islamic fundamentalism made a big bid for the hearts and minds of Gen Z kids through the back door of everything they identify themselves with. BLM? Check. MeToo? Check. Climate advocacy? Check. You name it, the Islamic Republic of Iran via “Free Palestine” has made itself an insurgent of all these movements. And it's funded the places they learn at. And now the youth have romanticised the terrorists and are giving up their lives in thrall to their cause; a cause they don’t even understand. They just want to be part of it because they have made nothing else for themselves. It has become their whole identity. The narcissist is most pleased. Young Padwans, sacrifice thyselves for us murderous ghouls! They’d rather scream “DEATH TO AMERICA” while camping on the lawns of America’s most prestigious arenas. They went to REI and bought the priciest tents to do so, and they waited till the spring semester. Too cold otherwise. They should hold onto those tents for when they become homeless. Because the narcissist will move on from them once they’ve fulfilled this purpose. Oh yes, the Islamic Republic of Iran is not going to guarantee Gen Z a position as CEO of [insert company] and a slice of Manhattan real estate.

In 2020, I knew all this, of course. I called out the BLM movement. I theorised that society’s victims were being radicalized as agents for foreign bad actors, and that ultimately they would pay the biggest price. I became the canary in the coalmine. Can I get a refund now please? As for the alleged “Jews” who are participating in the encampments and in the movement generally… They can’t even read or write Hebrew. They literally think it’s written from left to right, like English.

Joking aside, the fever is taking over areas way outside of campus boundaries. This is a frightening post from April 22, the first night of Passover. In New York City. They were carrying flares, looking for Jews.

I walk around now with pepper spray on me permanently, and I need to. Even this weekend I was harassed outside. I am training harder than I ever have so I can run faster, and jump longer distances. I’m starting a course in self-defense, and I recommend you do the same. If you’re buying a gun, good. As for online, the trolling is demented and voluminous beyond quantification. I look in my replies and all I can do is laugh because leftists have been screaming about anti-racism for five years and they're the biggest racists I've ever met in my life.

And of course we have learned by now that what happens online graduates to places offline. Last week, a Jewish woman in Paris was abducted and raped by a Muslim man who wanted to “avenge Palestine”. This stuff is contagious.

Crucially, I want to send a message to all the bold Gen Z kids, Jewish and non-Jewish, who are having to endure the fascist, selfish, insufferable, bratty, narcissistic, self-aggrandizing bullshit of their antisemitic, bigoted peers while they pressure them and threaten them with ostracisation should they not comply with their newfound obsession with terrorism and rape denial. You are not alone. I see you. Hold strong. You are on the right side of this. To all those who are being bullied and tormented by their friends and teachers at academic institutions right now: you are courageous, brave, and principled, and you - YOU - are the future leaders of your generation. This will be the making of you. I promise you this.

If you’re a student in the California area, and you need help and support at this time, my dear friend Golie Zarabi and her colleague Shiva Howell are conducting free Zoom-based psychotherapy sessions for three weeks on Monday May 6th, May 13th and May 20th at 12pm- 1pm PST. To join please email Shivahowell@gmail.com and request more information with the subject “support group”.

In the mean time take comfort in this. The more people behave negatively in the world, the more they accumulate negativity both internally and externally. I know that strength and resolve in doing the right thing inevitably provides a value in and of itself and protects against the bill that awaits all those who act with dishonesty and deceit. This keeps me sane during times like these. I hope it helps you too. They are not the heroes. You are.