And here we are again, or so it would seem. The inevitable five year plumbing job of destroying tunnels, roads, rockets, air strikes, blood, treasure, and death that drains Israel and Palestine, Jews and Arabs, socialists and neoconservatives, alt-righters and Corbynites, of our individuality and turns us all into automatons who scream talking points at unbelievers as independent thought leaves our bodies and is replaced with a vacantly furious eye glaze, holding no thoughts between its two ears but the zealotry which propaganda taught us to believe. The most complicated, confusing, ambiguous, and nuanced conflict in the entire world is reduced to a war of slogans, displaying that the greatest mystery of the Israeli-Arab conflict is this:
How is it that whenever Israel goes to war, a billion supposedly reasonably people buy into propaganda so willingly?
A person’s thoughts and feelings on Israel are a marker by which he reveals her rationality, or their complete lack thereof. If your feelings on the conflict can be summed up in a paragraph, so can you.