I hate them

How are you?

Have they asked? Have your people asked you how you are recently? Have they made time for you on the phone? Would be nice, right? I know, we’ve been over this. Still sucks. What can I say? There’s too much to grieve. You can’t grieve it all. You have to be selective. I’m trying. I’m cracking a little. I made a video post on my Instagram on Friday begging, pleading, and urging people to listen to me, as 1500 Jews were being driven out of Malmo to protect them from hoards of protestors at Eurovision, as Jews in New York were being denied entry into gay clubs to watch the contest, as Jews were being lynched in the streets of Athens, and as more lists of Jewish writers were being circulated for boycotting. I was almost in tears, talking about coexistence. Not between the Israelis and Palestinians. But between us, all over the world in democratic societies. We feel like we have nothing left to lose and we are all completely exhausted and nobody is seeing us. If I can’t even gain enough empathy for people to ask - How are you? I wrote this last week about being in the glass box. Just not feeling human. But more like a dummy on display. That’s how I feel. Not human. Really fucking sick of saying - We deserve to live, you know? We have a right to survive. Hello. Shalom. Goodbye.

Social media has made the war in Gaza a black and white issue, and if you’re not on the right side you’re not human, and nobody sees your humanity, even though you’re affected it by it way more than they could ever imagine. We are being DARVO’d so much that there needs to be a new word for DARVO to define a new category of DARVO. We are absolutely the opposite of everything we are being told we are.

A few days ago, I saw someone I know, but not very well, although well enough to know they’re not educated on the Middle East, post something so stupid. A person I really like. That’s why I was bothered by it. They posted a flag for the Congo (where there has been a legitimate genocide since the 1990s) with a shaking hands emoji and then another flag. Green, white and black with a red shape - but the shape was a rectangle 🇦🇪, not a triangle 🇵🇸, and the colors on the stripes weren’t in the right order. Almost! I thought. Lol. The Jews are to blame for the genocide in the Congo now, is it? Unless of course I really am mistaken and the Congo and the UAE have some sort of new international relationship I’m unaware of. I messaged. I showed the correct emoji for the Palestinian flag (with the triangle, not the rectangle), and I offered to answer any questions that someone who doesn’t know the correct flag for the Palsetinian people may have about the war in Gaza, and I sent a heart, and mentioned compassion and love. Anyway, the next day I go online and the statement had been corrected. There was now a Congo flag and - yes - the correct emoji for the Palestinian flag. Did I receive a message of acknowledgment? Of course not. No dialogue with The Jew on this.

In this exchange, my humanity was completely overlooked. My reality didn’t matter whatsoever. About three weeks ago I promoted a fundraiser for the people of the Congo while also donating $100 - won’t break the bank, but it wasn’t something I had to do. I did it, because I genuinely care. You know what doesn’t help the people of the Congo? Conflating their genocide with the war in Gaza. The war in Gaza has absolutely nothing to do with the genocide in the Congo, and it’s a disservice to those victims to assimilate them. But hey what do I know? After all, I’m on the wrong side of this. I can’t be spoken to. I can’t be acknowledged. I can’t be trusted. I can’t be someone’s friend. I can’t be a human being. How can I possibly be?

Here is what I have observed in the last five years. People can’t be wrong about anything any more, or you’re attacking their identity. Their identity is so lost that all they consider themselves to be are people of moral and intellectual superiority. Despite the fact they know nothing. We Jews on the other hand have a very strong identity. Not allowed! Oh no. Can’t have that. Can’t have pride. God forbid. They don’t even know which flag to post in support of the people they purport to be supporting. There is no accountability for their mistakes or their actions. Their ego is more fragile than it ever has been. And they can’t be wrong in public because the consequences are beyond frightening - the consequences that they have created and spurned onto others who transgress from the collective hive mind. There’s no individual - only the group. So if you disagree you will be treated as a threat. You have made an attack. When you zoom out, you start to contemplate the impossible divide: we live in an age of misinformation and people identify as being right all the time. Holy shit. Which means that people who are fighting for their humanity - like us - are being excommunicated from the world. All because social media made the everyday human experience a spectacle.

So no, there’s no “but how are you?” How many of us have not been asked by people around us how we are, while watching this performative point-scoring going on all around us by people who are fine? They’re fine. They’re on vacation. They’re out for dinner. They’re going to parties. They’re getting their hair done. They’re hanging out backstage with whatever popstar they just saw perform. They are fine. We know how they are because they post about that too, while in between posting their fucking garbage while crying faux outrage and devastation if and when they’re being called out by an inconvenient bastard Zionist (ie, me) who has shat all over their parade by telling them the worst of all things - YOU ARE WRONG. They are fine. They won’t take responsibility. They’ll carry on, and they’ll make up something about how they were attacked by an Israel supporter and it caused great distress, perhaps even ruined the moment. And we - we are EXHAUSTED.

I actually witnessed this off social media. I witnessed it “IRL” in a restaurant as Israel-Palestine was being dictated by an ignoramus over dinner, and a neighboring Israeli came to the table to express disgust that they couldn’t enjoy a nice meal without hearing ignorance about their peoplehood from the person eating at the next table. “Can you believe that Israeli?!” came the scoffing. “OMG totally!” I said. “Those Israelis. So obnoxious.” Secretly, I was internally congratulating the Israeli and feeling stood up for and vindicated, while thinking - thank fuck they had the balls to say what is abundantly clear: those who don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about are often the loudest people in a restaurant, and the loudest people online.

How we feel at that table does not matter. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that the person talking feels heard, and not just heard, but right. They have to be right. We Jews could be seven months-plus into trauma (oh wait, that’s what we are), but all that matters is that the ignorant self-righteous, weak-minded, completely identity deprived people of this world feel like they won the argument. While we just sit there, too fatigued to participate in yet another intellectual joust, because we are completely terrified for our lives.

Goodbye to all my old friends. More and more of them keep leaving. Today I noticed someone I adored from New York City, owned a record label, partied with me for years, once fell offstage at Emo Nite in front of me in one of the funniest moments of our collective lives, headbanged with me all the way through about 50 gigs, and always without fail asked me to write about their latest song, and I would oblige, every time they released something to very, very little fanfare, because I just really loved hanging out with that person. Gone. Unfollowed. Cannot be seen to be following me, because I’m on the wrong side. There’s no closure. No conversation. Just - out the door. No goodbye. It’s been that way with most of those people for years now. They drop off. But I will keep fond memories and I hope one day they realize that they turned their back on humanity to accommodate their weak spines.

The UN admitted this weekend that it has overestimated the death count of women and children in Gaza by 50%. So hang on a second. The terrorists organization Hamas lied to the UN about how many women and children had been killed in the war? Is that what we’re saying? Who bloody knew. We did!

50%, eh? So Israel has been correct all along. Most of the dead may well be male Hamas militants. The claims of starvation and mass child deaths may not be substantiated. It smells like blood libel, ladies and gents, because it may well be blood libel. But nobody’s going to hear it now. The mainstream media has become very attached to its scripted fake numbers. Too inconvenient to change it now. It’s sensational and people love it. People love the death toll. They’re very into the genocide. I mean - that’s the great irony, isn’t it? They’re desperate for a genocide in Gaza, so they can be vindicated, so they can be right. They would rather it was true so that they don’t have to admit error. That’s how fucking egomaniacal these progressive twits are.

Oh well. Onwards and upwards, hey. This new data will not make mainstream news. It will not be uttered by people for seven months until everyone considers it as fact. It will not be reported with sensationalist images or provocative language. It will pass people by. This is the era of no accountability combined with ultimate moral impunity. Everyone identifies as correct. Nobody can admit they were wrong in front of an audience. Whenever someone like me presents a different argument or adds comment to a one-sided debate it is viewed as a personal attack on the speaker's character and worth. There is no room for dialogue, for asking questions, for growth. Self-aggrandized ignorance rules. Jews banned. Piss off, Jews. You sneaks. Know-it-alls. Ugh, why do you have to be so rooted in your self-assuredness.

Threatened, are we?

Right now, I am more terrified of ordinary people than I am of the terrorist organizations who are using them as pawns.

So anyway. How are you? I know how you are. Same here.

This will cheer you up. This is how it’s done. Here is Gal Gadot giving Eurovision contestant Eden Golan a pep talk before she took to the stage against a tide of tens of thousands of protestors at this weekend’s Eurovision. Twenty-years-old, and having to endure a witch hunt just to perform a pop song. I have watched this video countless times. Gal has such a calm, bright and dignified way of saying - Fuck all of these antisemitic c***s. I love you Gal. You fantastic Jew you.