They Love Dead Jews. Fear the Living Ones.

Butchered in their homes. Paraded through Gaza like trophies. The world watched in real time. And then? Don’t overreact.

It was the fastest pivot from horror to blame in modern memory. But it wasn’t surprising. Because Jews were never meant to survive, and certainly not to defend themselves. Because in the moral architecture of the world, Jewish suffering is sacred, but Jewish sovereignty is sacrilege.

The world prefers Jewish victims.
Powerful Jews don’t fit the narrative.
They’ve always been demonized.

Jews are welcome in museums, not on the battlefield. In memorials, not in parliaments. In ashes, not in armor.

But this isn’t just hypocrisy, it’s choreography. The world knows this dance by heart. Step one: butcher the Jew. Step two: bury them. Step three: blame them. Jewish grief has an expiration date. They mourn dead Jews. They scorn living ones. They criminalize Jewish courage. This is about the ancient discomfort the world feels when Jews refuse to die.

A Jew with a tattooed number is tragedy.
A Jew with a national flag is provocation.
A Jew behind a tank? That’s “occupation”.
A Jew who refuses to be hunted? That’s “genocide”.

The world has never hated Jews more than when they are no longer willing to play the role of the victim. Zionism broke the cycle. That is its original sin. It turned the wandering Jew into the homecoming one. The powerless Jew into the sovereign one.

It put Hebrew back on the tongues of children and Jewish stars back on the wings of fighter jets.

And it did something unforgivable: It made Jews unavailable for sacrifice. Unburnable, unburied, and unbreakable.

They chant “intifada” and call it peace.
They burn Israeli flags and call it progress.
They justify Hamas and call it resistance.
They chant “river to the sea” and call it poetry, but it is a requiem for six million and a threat to seven million more.

It is not a chant.
It is a war cry.
It is not a poem.
It is a blueprint for pogrom.

It’s ancient antisemitism, reheated, repackaged.
Blood libel in modern dress – with a TikTok filter.

They are protesting Jewish survival. They are protesting Jewish existence. October 7 was not a tragedy for them. It was an opportunity. A festival. A moment to dance on Jewish corpses and call it “decolonization.” A chance to rip the mask off and scream what they’d whispered for decades: That the only good Jew is a dead one, and the only acceptable Jew is a powerless one.

Jews are not waiting for the world to save them, because history has shown what happens when they do. The condemnations come posthumously. The outrage never interrupts the slaughter.

And the world writes a poem, hosts a panel, lays a wreath, and moves on. They love Jewish ghosts.

There will be no apology.
Not for surviving.
Not for sovereignty.
Not for fighting back.

Because Jews will not die quietly.
Not in the shadow of silence.
Not in the glow of burning synagogues.
Not now. Not again. Not ever.