Can tragedy have a silver lining? Is there a good that came from the slaughter of 1200 innocent people? If you ask any “October 8th Jew,” that answer is a solemn yes. It’s a hard question to answer. But for all of us who took passive ownership of our Judaism, October 7th was a wake up call. We had friends who were indoctrinated by the anti-Israel cult. We would see their posts about Israel’s “cruelty,” or “open air prisons.” We wanted to keep our friends, so we let it slide or said, “you don’t know the history, but I see what you’re saying.” That morning changed everything. I opened 𝕏 and saw the videos that Hamas was publishing on Telegram. I was frozen in horror. I felt physically sick and my chest hurt. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I knew that what was coming next would be a massive shift in the world’s perception of Israel and Jews. However, I never imagined the constant hate. The encampments. Death threats. World leaders calling “genocide” before the IDF ever entered Gaza. The aftermath was soul destroying. People and big social media accounts were sharing obviously fake trauma videos. The term “Pallywood” was coined. So many people, and major news outlets believed that terrorists were the truth tellers. It was inconceivable. So now we come to the silver lining. A few weeks later, I attended the first Shabbat service since the 90s. I always identified as Jewish, but I rejected religion. I felt a connection to my people, but in a secular manner. I didn’t know exactly what to expect from shul, and the congregation from my childhood where I had my Bar Mitzvah was gone. The first service was very emotional. I couldn’t hold back tears hearing the Shema and Oseh Shalom. After visiting three congregations, I found a special place that welcomed me with enthusiasm and love. I felt Hashem in my soul. I regret shunning my religion for so many years, but I am grateful for Hashem’s love and forgiveness. I can’t unfeel what I now feel. It defends me from the hatred I encounter. No amount of terrible 𝕏 posts can hurt me. What gives me hope, comfort, and confidence in a strong future for Israel and Jews is that my story is just one of thousands like it. On the heels of another in a long time of atrocities comes an opportunity to make our story less about suffering and more about a future of prosperity, community, and faith. שמע ישראל יהוה אלהינו יהוה אחד עושה שלום במרומיו הוא יעשה שלום עלינו ועל כל ישראל ועל כל יושבי תבל ואמרו אמן עם ישראל חי

Does anyone else find it suspicious that all the people claiming Vivek will import millions of Indians are the exact same people voting for the party that actually imported millions of illegal invaders into Ohio?

Ohio has two options: 1. A man who was born in Ohio and loves America but unfortunately happens to be Hindu instead of Christian or 2. A radical globalist communist who supports Islamists who want to destroy America. If you would rather choose 2, you are retarded & evil

Okay, stop it now. 😂

Talarico. All that “I love Jewish people” and then says there should be a two state solution. Because the slaughter of families and the young people at the Nova Festival should lead to a reward of sovereignty for terrorists. And purple haired “rabbi” Holly just nods along. 🤯

1. Heated seats 2. All wheel drive 3. Premium sound system Nothing else matters.

In 1938, five years into Nazi rule, 32 countries met at Evian, France to decide what to do with the Jews of Germany. They talked for nine days. They ate, drank, laughed, and agreed the Jews faced mortal danger. Then they kept their doors closed. By 1945, about 1.5 million Jewish children in Europe had been murdered. That’s 94% of those alive at the start of the war in 1939. There was no army, no reliable passport, and no Allied rescue that arrived in time. Survivors came out of the camps to find neighbors living in their homes and uninterested in their return. In several places, that disinterest turned into violent pogroms. Jews survived Hitler’s madness only to be killed when they tried to return home. Hundreds of thousands of Jewish survivors had no homes and were placed back behind wire as “displaced persons.” Their ancestral homeland, recognized by the League of Nations in 1922 as the site of a Jewish national home, remained under a British blockade that kept Jewish immigration to a trickle. In 1947, the UN offered a truncated Jewish state next to an Arab state. The Jews accepted it, but the Arab Higher Committee refused. On the eve of the 1948 invasion, Azzam Pasha of the Arab League declared it would be “a war of extermination and momentous massacre.” The war killed about 1% of the Jewish population. The rest stayed and built a country that is now a technological leader, a regional power, and home to half the world’s Jews. No conference of self-congratulating leaders gets to decide anymore whether Jews must stay and be slaughtered or leave and hope to be saved. Now, there is a Jewish state. Now, every Jew has a home.

Truth.

I haven’t ever wanted to see a performer talk about politics at their shows. I can doomscroll 𝕏 or watch cable news if that’s the mood. Concerts are for music. Period.

Hola, soy palestino. 🇵🇸 Y como la honestidad es poco común en mi política, permítanme confesar algunas cosas. 1947. La ONU me ofreció un estado. Junto a Israel. Fronteras, independencia, reconocimiento. Dije que no. Mis líderes prometieron que la guerra "arrojaría a los judíos al mar". En cambio, lo perdí todo y lo llamaron catástrofe. No porque no me ofrecieran un estado, sino porque lo rechacé. 1948–2025. Los estados árabes podrían haberme integrado, dado derechos, pasaportes, dignidad. En cambio, me encerraron en campos de refugiados durante generaciones, para que siguiera siendo un arma contra Israel. Construyeron palacios para ellos y cárceles para mí. Me usaron como propaganda, no como personas. 1967. Tras otra guerra perdida, podría haber construido un estado en Cisjordania y Gaza. En cambio, insistí en "ni paz, ni reconocimiento, ni negociaciones". Tres noes. Cincuenta años después, sigo sin Estado. Resulta que el rechazo no paga el alquiler. Oslo, década de 1990. Israel dijo: «Intentémoslo». Me dio autonomía. Armas para la policía. Miles de millones en ayuda. ¿Qué hicieron mis líderes? Robaron el dinero, armaron milicias y lanzaron una intifada. Atentados suicidas en lugar de escuelas. Cohetes en lugar de fábricas. Gaza, 2005. Israel se fue por completo. Sin colonos, sin soldados. Tuve la oportunidad de convertir Gaza en un Singapur mediterráneo. Voté por Hamás. La convirtieron en Mogadiscio junto al mar. ¿Miles de millones en ayuda? Túneles, cohetes y palacios para sus líderes, mientras mi gente come comida enlatada en la oscuridad. ¿Democracia? No he tenido elecciones en casi 20 años. Hamás mata a los disidentes en Gaza. Fatah los encarcela en Cisjordania. Mis líderes cancelan elecciones porque están demasiado ocupados luchando por el poder. Religión. En lugar de construir un futuro, pongo a clérigos en televisión enseñando a los niños a odiar a los judíos. Glorifico a los "mártires" que hacen estallar autobuses. Crío a mis hijos con canciones de sangre y fuego en lugar de libros y ciencia. Cambio la esperanza por la guerra santa. Mundo árabe. Los regímenes árabes me llaman "hermano". Pero pregúntenles cuántos palestinos pueden vivir libremente en Líbano, Siria, Egipto o Kuwait. Me excluyen, pero celebran mi muerte, porque mi muerte es su excusa. Absurdo. Sigo diciendo que quiero "construir un estado". E irónicamente, justo al lado está Israel: el vecino que construyó una democracia próspera, una potencia tecnológica, granjas en el desierto, ciudades de polvo. Sin petróleo, sin riqueza infinita, solo coraje. Podría haber aprendido, copiado, colaborado. En cambio, elegí la envidia y la rabia. Obsesión antijudía. Podría haber aceptado a los judíos como vecinos. Podría haber dicho: "Dos naciones, dos estados". En cambio, repito: "Del río al mar". En lugar de exhibir el honor, la hospitalidad y la rica cultura árabe, mostré solo la cultura de la espada: la ira, el extremismo y la sangre. En lugar de gritar salaam (paz) a los israelíes, grité muerte a los judíos. Y luego finjo sorprenderme cuando los israelíes no confían en mí, cuando están enojados, decepcionados y convencidos de que no quiero coexistencia en absoluto. Responsabilidad. Culpo a Israel de todo. Siempre. ¿Mis líderes roban miles de millones? Culpa de Israel. ¿Hamás dispara cohetes desde hospitales? Culpa de Israel. ¿Glorifico la muerte más que la vida? Culpa de Israel. La responsabilidad no es mi fuerte. Soy palestino. Podría haber construido una nación, muchas veces. Elegí el rechazo, la corrupción y la guerra sin fin. Podría haber vivido en paz con Israel, pero elegí vivir a la sombra de su destrucción. Así que sí, soy una víctima. Pero con demasiada frecuencia, soy víctima de mis propios líderes, de mis propias decisiones y de mi propia negativa a abandonar el odio. Y esa, querido lector, es la tragedia que nadie quiere admitir.

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As X is flooded with posts saying "I am a zionist", I'm struck by the stark difference between their simple, warm statements of support and the vicious, violent bile that spews out of the antizionist element.

I say no hall of fame inductions until Pete Rose and Barry Bonds get in. The BBWAA is a cartel.

“I spent too much on my house, so I’m selling off the part with trees.”

This is a nice distraction from politics, so here it is. 9 albums that shaped me. I don’t listen to all of them often, but they influenced what I listen to today. I could agonize over the choices forever, but this is a good sample.

I see you, bro. I feel you.

If “it will never be enough for them” had a face.

Today marks 3 years since the October 7 Massacre, a day that changed Israel forever. We will never forget ❤️‍🩹

3 years ago today my people were slaughtered by death cult demons and cheered on by their pathetic minions. I live a beautiful life as a proud Zionist Jew every day to honor those murdered. I don’t forgive, I don’t forget and I don’t stop fighting. Am Yisrael Chai. 🇮🇱

But you will not leave in haste or go in flight; for the Lord will go before you, the G-d of Israel will be your rear guard. Isaiah 52:12 Never forget October 7th ❤️🇮🇱