Three years ago, the murder raid of the Islamo-Nazi Terror Movement - Hamas, was still underway...
On the roads of the western Negev, families on their way to a Saturday morning hike were executed at point-blank range.
In the communities along the fence, the terrorists went house to house on a sadistic, indiscriminate killing spree: with knives, with axes, with gunfire, with tortures the mind cannot hold.
children before the eyes of their parents, parents before the eyes of their children.
At the Nova festival, people stuck in a traffic jam were shot one by one. Others hid behind shelters and were hunted like animals. This was the worst mass killing of that cursed day. Women who tried to hide were raped and murdered, and their bodies were abused. Many were taken to Gaza.
The killers were elated.
They laughed.
They filmed themselves.
One of theme called his parents to tell them:
“Mom, with my own hands I killed ten Jews.”
The dream of their lives had come true.
Everything they had been taught from the age of zero, in the kindergartens and the schools of Hamas and in the summer camps of UNRWA.
For a few hours, the Palestinian vision,
״the right of return״,
was no longer a slogan.
It was a reality.
For the men of Hamas, and for the useful idiots in the West in keffiyehs and slogans about freeing Palestine from some river to some sea, these were hours of euphoria.
For us, these were hours of great darkness. For many Israelis sealed inside safe rooms, surrounded by terrorists, they were hours of despair.
In Gaza, the mob joined in.
Old people, women and children celebrated in the streets. Thousands more crossed the fence and took part in the killing, the looting and the kidnappings, in a frenzy Gaza had never seen.
And already on the eighth and the ninth of October, the Hamas-supporting rabble in the West joined them in joy.
From Sydney to New York, London, Paris and Amsterdam.
They did not take to the streets over the suffering of Gaza. In those hours the army was still fighting holding battles inside the Gaza envelope. Not a single tank had crossed the fence.
The Hamas-supporting rabble did not come out because of the suffering in Gaza. They came out in hope.
If the return could be made real for a few hours on the Gaza border, it could be made real in the rest of the land, until the Zionist project, “colonial” as they call it, will be wiped off the map. That is where the great joy came from...
Anyone who looked this past week at the streets of Paris, Lyon, Strasbourg and Marseille saw the same broken world. Schools were burning. Teachers were beaten.
And the height of the madness: elected officials came and stood with the rabble at the blockades.
This burst of violence had nothing to do with Israel.
And still, the flags they raised were the flags of Palestine.
That is not a coincidence.
Like evil, like darkness, that movement has no life of its own. It lives only to destroy what the the Zionist movement built and created, what the Western civilization created and built.
This is the clash of Civilization!