When Jews were being slaughtered in Europe and Russia, they didn’t invade anyone, they went home, they bought land, legally.
The region had no sovereign state at the time, only centuries of occupation under foreign empires.
They drained swamps, built cities, created infrastructure, and that success attracted migrants, from Egypt, from the Levant, from the Arabian Peninsula, who came seeking opportunity in the land they were reviving.
When the Ottoman occupation ended, everyone in the region got a state.
The Maronites in the north got Lebanon.
The Hashemites got Jordan. Iraq was born. Syria too.
So Jews asked for one state, just one, but they were told no.
They still agreed to share the land, even though they were offered the worst half, mostly desert.
Their neighbors still said no.
Then came 1948.
Five Arab armies invaded to wipe them out. They fought, survived and won.
Then they offered peace again, but the Arabs answered with the Three No’s of Khartoum: No peace. No recognition. No negotiations.
Arabs tried again in 1967 to destroy them. Jews survived again. They captured more land, not out of ambition, but necessity.
But when peace was possible, they gave land back.
They returned Sinai to Egypt.
They withdrew from Southern Lebanon. They offered to withdraw from Gaza and the West Bank.
They offered the Palestinians everything they asked for in 2000.
Yet, Palestinians walked away.
In 2005, they unilaterally withdrew from Gaza. In return they got rockets, terror tunnels, kidnapped civilians.
Then came October 7, the worst massacre of Jews since the Holocaust. Civilians slaughtered, babies burned, women raped.
So I ask: What do you want them to do?
Because “Never Again” means never again.
You don’t get to massacre their people and then cry about the consequences.
You don’t get to raise your children to hate them and then blame them when war comes.
They will not apologize for surviving, they will not apologize for fighting back.
Never Again means Never Again.
الألمان لا يحتفلون بالهولوكوست.
اليابانيون لا ينزلون إلى الشوارع للاحتفال بهجوم بيرل هاربر.
الأمريكيون لا يحتفلون بذكرى قنبله هيروشيما وناجازاكي.
لكن الفلسطينيين ومؤيديهم ينزلون إلى الشوارع للاحتفال بيوم ٧ أكتوبر، اليوم الذي اغتصبوا فيه اليهوديات وقتلوا المدنيين وأحرقوهم أحياء...
Today we remember the innocent lives murdered by Hamas terrorists on October 7, 2023, and honor the heroes who risked everything to save others.
We remember. We stand with Israel. 🇺🇸🇮🇱
Tragic scenes in France. Israel condemns the violence from BOTH SIDES, and calls for immediately starting negotiations for a two-state solution in France, which is the only way to end the conflict.
The "Babel" restaurant has reopened in Gaza in recent days.
What is surprising is not the luxury and abundance, as usual, but rather what an Arabic TG channel named Al-Minkhal wrote about it.
I am copying his words:
"I swear, if I were the Israeli Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I would take these videos and show them to the whole world. Anyone who says there's a famine in Gaza, or that Israel is failing to provide sufficient humanitarian aid, or that Israel isn't allowing enough trucks to enter, is lying."
Everyone is sharing the satellite pictures of Rafah and calling the rubble the whole story. Nobody is showing you what was under it.
This is Rafah. The red lines are the tunnel network Hamas built under the neighborhoods, and the video marks where it runs under stadiums, under mosques, under schools, under UNRWA compounds, under hospitals, under civilian homes.
The overhead is an illustration. The shafts and the corridors are not. The IDF filmed inside them. Concrete arches, bunks, stored gear, a city under the city, dug so the people above it could be used as the roof.
That’s why the blocks came down. You can’t leave a fortified tunnel grid under a border town and call the houses above it civilian. Hamas put the war under the kitchens and the classrooms on purpose, then sent the pictures of the kitchens and the classrooms around the world.
The satellite image is the surface. The reason is underneath it.
Gaza wasn’t destroyed because Israel felt like it. It was destroyed because the Islamic army that started the war built its base under the people it claims to defend, and then refused to come out.
Canadian journalist goes to Israel… and the two-state dream dies on the spot. 🇨🇦🇮🇱
Standing on the border, she points to an Israeli military hospital treating Syrian women — ages 8 to 80 — who were raped by ISIS.
Then she drops the truth bomb:
“I came here believing in the two-state solution.
I really did.
I’m at a point now where I frankly do not.”
“The only way this tiny piece of land stays free… is if Israelis are in control of it.”
Because if you hand any of it to the PLO or Hamas —
it will look exactly like Syria.
Sometimes the most powerful pro-Israel voices aren’t Israeli.
They’re the ones who actually showed up and opened their eyes. 👀🔥
I’m often asked what I call the actions of Israel in Gaza.
I call it urban warfare, an extremely difficult type of war which tragically has a high casualty rate.
I call it the result of having been the target of 30,000-40,000 rockets aimed at civilians for decades.
I call it the natural outcome when you have people living beside you who constantly try to kill the citizens of your country.
I call it the culmination of multiple attempts at ceasefires and peace negotiations and offers of land for recognition and peace that never go anywhere.
I call it the only option after a savage massacre that saw 1200 brutal murders, countless rapes, 250 kidnappings, the strangulation of a 9-month and 4-year old, months of torture of hostages and their families, and a promise to do it over and over and over again.
I call it a sane rational decision after rats sneak into your country, hunt the people of your nation, and then scurry like rats underground to hide from your response, putting their own citizens between themselves and your rockets and bombs.
I call it the government of Gaza, Hamas, intentionally trying to sacrifice the lives of the people of Gaza in order to turn public opinion against Israel.
I call it tragic and horrific and devastating for the innocent people who have gotten caught up in this situation that their government has created, on purpose.
I call it the absolute only choice Israel has to try and stop the bloodshed and bring peace to the region.
I call it a miracle that Israel, despite how vicious the attack of Oct 7 was, has shown incredible patience and restraint in doing everything it can to minimize deaths and injuries to innocent victims, as few countries would have done the same.
And I call it disgraceful and disgusting that despite all of that, much of the world chooses to believe the lies and propaganda that Hamas and the Free Palestine movement are shoving down their throats, and have turned on Israel, one of the greatest countries in the world, by far.
That’s what I call it.
Interestingly enough, this is exactly the type of Arab accountability Constantin Zureiq was pleading for when he wrote “Ma’an Al-Nakba” (“The Meaning of the Nakba”)
He asked ten times for the suitcase so he could change before meeting the Prime Minister. But Netanyahu didn’t care.
Yaniv came off the replacement flight into Ben Gurion still in the shirt he wore in the cockpit. The blood stains were the attacker’s. He apologized for it like a man late to a wedding. Netanyahu pulled him in, called him the honor and the hero, and asked how he’d done it.
Yaniv didn’t give a speech. He said we’re a nation of lions. Then he introduced his wife Meital and his daughters, because that’s what you do when you’ve just pulled a diving aircraft out of a hole and the first thing on your mind is not to look sloppy for the country’s leader.
The plane was about an hour from home when the lights went out and someone screamed. The stabbed captain got the door open before he went down. Yaniv went in, pulled the man off the instruments, called two others, and hauled the yoke back because the nose was pointed at the ground. He later said he knew what to do because he had watched Air Crash Investigation.
That’s a civilian deciding, in a split second under immense pressure and chaos, that the aircraft was not going to finish the job.
Western capitals will spend the next week talking about procedures and statements. What this video actually shows is the thing the West lacks in equal measure.
Israelis still move toward the door. They still put their hands on a man who is trying to kill everyone on the aircraft, then worry about a suitcase, then stand there with their children while the Prime Minister touches the blood and doesn’t flinch. That instinct is why our people are still here. The rest of the West keeps waiting for someone else to open the door.
I’m so proud, more than ever today, to be an Israeli. The world can hate us all it likes. We fight to save innocent lives no matter what the cost. Our enemies kill innocent lives for a false god and a fake prophet. And the rest sit terrified of shadows, watching their own demise, shouting at the only people who refuse to die at the hands of savages.
Am Israel Chai 🇮🇱💪🏼
My salute to the Indian pilot Captain Smit Machchhar for his extraordinary bravery.
Despite being stabbed and seriously injured, he fought back, resisted, opened the cockpit door, and enabled passengers and crew to overpower the attacker — preventing a catastrophic mid-air disaster.
He saved the lives of 174 people, including Israeli citizens and other nationals.
I wish Captain Machchhar a speedy and full recovery.
He is a true hero.
Had this man not found the courage to fight back after being repeatedly attacked with an axe capable of cutting through metal—while bleeding profusely—and had the presence mind to trigger the hijack/emergency code, initiate the emergency response and open the cockpit door to allow passengers to assist him, the aircraft’s subsequent dive could have had catastrophic consequences.
Had that aircraft not been recovered, the geopolitical consequences for the Middle East could have been profound and potentially irreversible.
Sometimes history turns on the courage, resilience and presence of mind of one person.
Yes. One Indian man.