Our blindness

Imagine a city in ruins, where people drift like shadows, repeating rituals stripped of meaning while chaos consumes reason. In 410 AD, Rome fell to the Visigoths. An empire that once deemed itself invincible—with gilded temples and senators puffed with self-importance—crumbled under the weight of its arrogance, convinced that the glory of the past would secure the future. It wasn’t the might of the legions that sealed their fate but the stubbornness of perpetuating incompetent leaders who preferred feeding their egos over listening I to reason. Ultimately, the Romans realized too late that they had applauded the executioner for leading them into the abyss.

Today, my people, we’re about to make the same mistake. Again. Like a person with an addiction who never learns from his falls, Israel seems exhausted and desperate, ready to drape Netanyahu’s mantle back over his shoulders. No matter the cost we pay—in lives, dignity, or sleepless nights. The dead are there, the hostages, the despair of mothers—and yet, some still believe that “Bibi” deserves another chance. Why? Because he stoked fear of Iran? Because he sells us the lie that body counts are measures of strength? Or is it because his war marketing is more effective than his humanity?

It’s infuriating. I can find no other word. The vicious cycle of supporting the very man who led us into this pit simply because he’s a master of rhetorical spectacle. Meanwhile, Gaza burns, and the hopes of my people turn to ashes. Let’s be clear: victory isn’t about how many leaders are killed in Tehran or Beirut. That’s the bravado of someone gambling with others’ lives to save their skin. And we, as a nation, fall for this cheap trick because, deep down, we prefer the simplistic, violent narrative over the brutal, uncomfortable truth. We are sinking into an ethical dilemma, ready to trade morality for scraps of illusory security.

Netanyahu is no king; he’s an illusionist, making reality disappear while we’re dazzled by his cheap tricks. Who in their right mind ignores the suffering of hostages for the sake of a show of strength? Yet we’re willing to do that if we allow him to stay in power. Enough! This isn’t just about politics; it’s about the soul of our nation. A nation that chooses the convenience of brutality over the courage of empathy has already signed its death warrant. We’re losing not only our children but the right to call ourselves human.

History has a cruel way of repeating itself, and what we’re witnessing is not the renewal of hope but the recycling of old mistakes. Beware, Israel. Arrogance and blindness have toppled empires before. We don’t need more leaders dragging us to disaster while pretending to save us. We need the courage to say enough. We need to choose life, fundamental security, and humanity—none of that will be found in the empty promises of someone who only knows the language of fear.

If we crown Netanyahu again, it won’t just be a political choice—it will be a suicide pact. History will mock our downfall, and no excuse will justify the price paid for our blindness.