I don’t wait. I knew this about myself but perhaps forgot it behind the sofa somewhere for a while. When I moved into my dream home ten days ago, I remembered that I don’t wait, because despite all the stuff I had (I like stuff, I have a lot of it), by 3am in the wee hours of the first night in which I was finally alone in my new house, without lugging cowboys, or flying visits, I folded the penultimate cardboard box from a day’s unloading. I walked to the trash at the back of my new street, I dumped the final cart, and I exhaled. I didn’t want to wait to finally feel at ease. It’s been far too long. A smile crept over my soul. Here I am. Made it. New walls. Gorgeous oak wood floors. Floor-to-ceiling bay windows. A courtyard with a fountain that sings all day, like a little river running through the golden rays of old Hollywood. I left the final box in a corner I haven’t figured out yet. There are pieces of my life that I brought with me in there, but I am not sure what place they have. That’s OK. They can wait. I won’t. I cannot. I don’t pretend, either. I have never managed that. When I was a child, I could not fib. I was not allowed to ride my bicycle on main roads with my friends, only in neighborhood streets. But one day, we all biked down the Mearns Road in Clarkston. Buses go there. Roundabouts separate the wider streets. When I got home, I couldn’t lie. I admitted that we were naughty. I was in trouble. But it was better to be in trouble than to deceive the people you love. As a writer, I have made all my mistakes in public. I’d rather do that than to tell tales. Nobody deserves that. Writing it out is sipping in air. Pressing send is blowing it out. I have lived every moment of my adult life through words. I set them up the way I learned how to play tennis. Serve from inside the line. Force your opponent further back. An ace gives you the greatest advantage. But it’s no fun for the receiver. When I wrote through my cancellation, I aced the woke progressives. They saw that ball whizz past them and they had nothing for me, other than to lie and call me out of bounds. Thanksgiving marks my immigration to America. I did not wait. I was invited to quit my job and move to a strange place, and I did it with barely a hesitation. Eleven years ago I boarded a plane to LAX on a one way ticket out of London. I knew I was going for a while but I didn’t know for how long I’d fall down the rabbit hole of Los Angeles. There have been many times in which I’ve toyed with leaving this place because the stars lost their sparkle and the sky no longer felt so tall and wide. And yet this hunger in my stomach made me stay. The pink sunsets, the dusty hiking trails, the abandoned muscle cars waiting to be revived, the old haunts from a bacchanalian era where the walls whisper legends of old. I always wanted to live among the icons. It’s where I belong. I always came back. This is the city that pushes you to be the greatest. To tell the story. To become it. Earlier this morning I walked up La Brea, the aorta of Hollywood, and the roads were empty and the winter fog caressed the tarmac, and I have that same feeling I had when I made the leap. “I wonder what magic is going to appear when the clouds lift…” The greatest is what I want to be. No less will do. Something is coming. Nothing is for nothing. I believe it. What you love with your mightiest heart comes back to you in forms you may not recognize, but you remember its song, or the way it winks at you, or the name it calls you by. There is light on the horizon. I was at an event last weekend that I wrote about here. A room full of Jews, Muslims, Christians, and non-believers all in alignment and agreement about the threat of radical extremism in the West. All clamoring to make a plan to deal with it. We were not the bridges anyone should have burned. But sometimes it’s easier for other people to pretend. Pretend there’s no issue. Pretend everything’s fine. Pretend they know it all. Not for me. The other night, I watched an advanced preview of The Chronology Of Water. It’s Kristen Stewart’s directorial debut. I bought the book by Lidia Yuknavitch years and years before I read it. It was recommended to me by a singer-songwriter who wound up shilling for Palestine. Another number in my phone that I cannot imagine ever dialing me again. Apologies are hard for people who don’t want to remember. One night last year I could not do anything to curb my pain. I felt like everything was gone. I couldn’t stop crying. I was standing inside a hell that I couldn’t see, because I had become my own worst enemy. And I saw the book on my shelf and thought - alright let’s see if you can do the job. I started reading and the force of Yuknavitch’s prose pulled me into another realm. In her chaotic memoirs I found myself soothed, despite the tragedy and the intensity of her stories. The dam closed for me, and a portal opened. I read the book in one sitting. The film is not the book but it is superb in its own way, and Imogen Poots’ embodiment - an actor I had not encountered before, but who I am now convinced may have given the greatest performance of the year – is singular and unconfined. The energy of the book can’t be contained. That book makes canvasses out of pages. The thought of describing that book intimidates me. That Stewart wanted to turn it into film speaks to her militant self-belief, but also to her willingness to fail. Yet she doesn’t fail. Her direction allows the narrative to travel like a gushing, murky creek outwards into one giant ocean. It’s the perfect homage to a tome that felt so rebelliously feminine to me, at a time when so many try to write the so called “female experience” and fall so fucking short. Immediately as I closed the back of the book, I looked Yuknavitch up online, and discovered that the author is a Palestine freak. Hamas would limit her in every way she’s liberated herself. And yet, her work spoke to me at a time when I was wailing for freedom again. For that, I thank her. People ask me all the time: how do I listen to, read, watch the artists I adore, knowing that they evacuated their brains and hearts on the issue of Israel and the Jews. How do I listen to Paul Weller? a man asked, last weekend. He was distressed about his own fandom. Alright. Let’s put _Stanley Road_ on, shall we? It’s playing now as I type. If you’ve got the funk, it will move you. Looking around, I have mezuzahs on my doorways and a siddur among the books on my shelves. My shelves are full of thinkers who disagree with each other, and I with them: Hitchens, Sartre, Shakespeare, Miller, Nin, Tolstoy, Rand, Dershowitz, Khayyam, Hemingway, Rumi, Kissinger. I wonder where Edgar Allan Poe stands on gender? If they can all be contained in one room, next to Ziggy Stardust (and the spiders from Mars), is that not better? Am I not richer? _Stanley Road_ is a pretty slice of British soul. When I hear Weller’s gravelly timbre on “Broken Stones”, I’m reminded of a stunning summer I spent in London a few years ago. _And another pitch shatters Another little bit gets lost Tell me what else really matters Oh, such a cost_ _Like pebbles on a beach Kicked around, displaced by feet Oh, like broken stones They’re all trying to get home_ We’re not just us. We are also living among neighbors. Some of them are so far behind us. So I don’t force them to sit by my side. You can’t make them choose you. That is ego. You can’t wait for them. They have to catch up. I see it as window-shopping or eavesdropping on a conversation I’m not going to be part of. Nor do I want to be part of that conversation. Who would want to sit at a table with Paul Weller while he chips his teeth grinding out words about Gaza and Palestine that he doesn’t understand. The version of Paul Weller that I know on _Stanley Road_ is set in time, and moves to my own memories. In so many ways, the art has nothing to do with him for me. And I still have eyes to look and ears to hear it. I don’t care if he has a problem with it. Fuck you, Paul, and thanks for the music. I have known many artists. I have ridden in cars with them, and shared meals. They cook breakfast just like you. That also has nothing to do with what they write, or how they sing, or who they play. What I write is separate from how I do. I think it is distinct. Yes, I would like it more if Kristen Stewart had not signed an Artists For Ceasefire letter. But does it make me less proud to enjoy her _oeuvre_? I think it makes me more. More proud. More dynamic. More certain. More whole. If you can enjoy something made by someone who has beliefs you find distasteful, even harmful, and it doesn’t affect your sense of self, you have escaped the influence of blind admiration. To be impressed by someone’s work enough to take the pieces that speak to your human condition, and to walk away from the parts of them that would cause you pain, requires a security and independence that separates you from the baying fans. Today I feel like I survived a world of fiction that tried to remake me as a monster, because I broke free from the delusions of the artist world. I am thankful to be thriving, more than anything, as the me who refused to wait for them. What a ride it has been. I never expected any of this. When people come up every day to tell me they are “fans”, I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t sing songs. I don’t play characters. I don’t paint pictures. I can’t tell you what it means because the recognition and the support comes after shedding every skin, and for speaking the truth despite every cost. For being exactly who I am. It’s possible to find your purpose and to stand in it entirely. You all nourish my soul. To be seen and known is the greatest gift. It is also the medicine for curing the sickness in our society. To not wait for permission to speak. To not sit it out until it’s the “right” moment. To not pretend to be something else, something passive, something amenable, in order to get by for now. To force change is hard. I was made an example of, so I became the example. Flip it and reverse it, as Missy Elliott said. They win when we are afraid and alone. They lose when we rise back up together. On this Thanksgiving I want to thank everyone who has sent me a message over these years, who has come up to me in the street, shouted after me in a venue, cornered me for a selfie in an airport or a restaurant or a CVS, to every friendly stranger/long lost tribe sibling who has cried on my shoulder, whatever crazy stuff you want within reason I am happy to oblige. Honored to lead. Privileged to fight. Determined to keep going. Keep your eyes open, and don’t look back. The ball is in play. Subscribe now

The week of Zohran Mamdani’s election, I met a really interesting guy at a Shabbat dinner. Not Jewish. He kept making sure that was understood, but to me he was as comfortable at a Shabbat table as most Jews. Turns out since graduating college, he has worked in and around the State of Israel in public affairs in various capacities. Dillon Hosier has now turned his time to his brainchild ICAN (Israeli-American Civic Action Network. He is CEO. At the dinner, the topical concern of what Mamdani’s election “means” and “what now” took precedence. Hosier indicated that he had identified Mamdani as a very real threat in 2023 because he has been monitoring emerging political dangers at local levels across the United States. Essentially Hosier is in the business of identifying who the next big thing will be. He is on the hunt for future anti-Israel, anti-America, anti-West political superstars, and he is urging pro-Israel networks to come together to mitigate these rises. If Qatar produced a reality talent contest for upcoming American insurgent politicians, Hosier would be the one spotting the winners. He whipped out his iPhone and showed one of the tech tools ICAN has initiated. I was blown away. Here was a live map of America, featuring red and green spots according to the most precarious areas for future Mamdanis. Alarmingly there is an incoming “Mamdani Strip” (Hosier’s term) in New York, full of more and more copycat candidates. Many are members of the DSA: Democratic Socialists of America, which is not officially tied to the Democrats but which works within its electoral system and runs candidates in their primaries. You know the story of AOC, right? Tonight onstage in West Hollywood, Hosier gave a presentation of ICAN’s objectives, before he was joined by three incredible voices I am proud to call friends: John Mirisch (former Mayor of Beverly Hills, now city council member), Loay Alshareef (Saudi-born, UAE-based reformed Muslim, and Abraham Accords activist) and Dr Sheila Nazarian (Persian Jewish activist, Fox news contributor, and plastic surgeon). Mirisch is an Ashkenazi Jew who has always been confounded by antizionism, and has tied his mast to Israel since he was growing up in LA. Nazarian fled Iran with her parents via Pakistan then Vienna, before they received papers to come to America. Alshareef is a would-be posterchild for a new Middle East. He is based in the UAE, was radicalized as a child to hate Jews and Christians but had his own awakening about Islamism. He prays, he fasts, and he believes that there is a way to modernize Islam so that those who practice can not only co-exist in the Western world, but so that the Middle East can evolve out of its past, normalize relations with Israel and cease to demonize America and the West. Alshareef is a really exceptional human. To be in his presence is to feel a sense of calm about the future. All three were together tonight to discuss Mamdani, who promotes radical Islamist ideals, preaches the genocide lie about Gaza, and the Apartheid lie about Israel, and has often been found supporting the screams of “From the river to the sea.” “Mamdani has never been to Israel,” opens Alshareef, who says he would accept an invitation to sit down with New York’s incoming Mayor. Whether he will receive one or not is another question. I don’t believe Mamdani to be a good faith actor. Neither does Alshareef, who has visited Israel more than a handful of times, and says that almost immediately everything that an Arab Muslim has been indoctrinated to hate about Israel is shattered completely by the experience of going there. Dr Nazarian noted that Congressman Richie Torres once said about the DSA that they ask only _two_ foreign policy questions in order to secure funding and support for a prospective candidate. The first is that any candidate must promise to support the BDS movement against Israel. The second is that they must promise to never visit Israel. No wonder AOC doesn’t know where the Jordan river is. And yet, so many play along. The motivation cannot possibly be integrity but opportunism. For money, for political power, for fame and instant success. And yet what is the cause of this unholy marriage between leftists and Islamism?According to Alshareef it’s two-fold. First, the American Left suffer from the same guilt that the Europeans experience, and they believe that to support the radicals is to support the “right cause”. “What they don’t realize,” he says, “is that they are the first sheep to the slaughter.” Second, they are totally ignorant to – and don’t understand –the Middle East. They have handed human rights to extremists and radicals who only seek to misuse the liberal freedom that America is giving them. The idea is to destroy democracy _through_ democracy itself. “Listen to those of us who know,” says Alshareef. “This is so dangerous.” Alshareef, as mentioned, is a reformed Muslim, and makes a distinction that he insists is not a majority position. He doesn’t waste time denying that the majority position in the Muslim world is not yet shared by him, but were Saudi Arabia to join the Abraham Accords it could change everything. Saudi’s leader Mohammad Bin Salman according to Sharif is earnest and honest, and does want to commit to the peace deal, and yet his hesitation is due to the position of Saudi among the Muslim world, and the pressure on him from other Arab nations to insist upon some recognition for the Palestinians in advance of signing. Saudi is a key piece of the puzzle. If and when they join the Abraham Accords, many other Muslim countries will follow. The issue is that Mamdani and his ilk are also yet to meet Alshareef in his evolved peaceful state. “He is not peaceful,” says AlShareef. “He is dishonest.” He explains that there are two types of Muslims; those who fled their countries to start anew, and those who believe that Muslims like Alshareef should not be tolerated, and that America should be turned into a caliphate, where eventually Muslims will wind up murdering other Muslims. Case in current point: Sudan. According to Alshareef, too many moderate Muslims are silent. “Speak up. Distance yourself from the radicals!” he says. It’s worth watching this 8-minute clip of Alshareef explaining his viewpoint after Dr Nazarian pushed back with her own reality-based fears of Islam, due to her experiences fleeing the Islamic Regime of Iran. Upon coming to America, Dr Nazarian studied at Columbia University, and took classes on Islam, only to read the Quran and discover the verses detailing the Muslim impression of Jews as a sworn enemy who need to be eradicated. Alshareef’s response is so sensible it should be the real radical approach. Essentially, for him it comes down to moving away from a politicized interpretation of the Quran that is completely irrelevant in the modern day. If only Alshareef had run for the New York mayoral position, yet he has more important things to do. Today, President Trump announced that he is going to ban the Muslim Brotherhood, and label it a foreign terrorist organization. A great move. “But the devil is in the details,” says Mirisch. Indeed. How will this be enforced? And the question still looms large about Qatar’s tentacles on US soil, and the already seismic damage of decades and billions of dollars infiltrating not just university education with its anti-American ideology, but high school programs too. Alshareef believes that Qatar could join the future map of the Middle East, but only if it does two things. Separates itself from Muslim Brotherhood, and eradicates Al Jazeera. “Al Jazeera made many of us believe Bin Laden was a hero,” he says. “They were the exclusive outlet for his videos. They made us feel indifferent to 9/11. In Arabic, AlJazeera is the official spokesman for Hamas. In English, it’s the official spokesman for the LGBT community.” Maddening, and the exact distortion that the Islamists are so brilliant at. It’s as though we live in a parallel universe. The useful idiots who know nothing about the Middle East are being led blindfolded by regressive radicalized Arab Mamdanis who will discard of them the instant they no longer serve a purpose, while those of us who have been pushed out of the so-called “liberal” room are sitting alongside the warriors of progress in the Arab world who have more reverence for America, Israel, President Trump, Christianity and Judaism than a questionable proportion of our white majority neighbors. Last week I had the honor of witnessing Omer Shem Tov, released Israeli hostage, speak at Sinai Temple in Beverly Hills. Shem Tov was captured from the Nova festival. He paced the stage for an hour uninterrupted, seamlessly recalling the “light” version of the story of his 505 days in captivity. Shem Tov’s mother Shelly was one of my first interviewees in Israel in the months after October 7. She left an enormous impression on me, and her determination to bring her son back from hell stayed with me. I remember she told me she could not even brush her teeth without the guilt of knowing her son may not be able to do the same. When he was released, I cried. I could barely hold back tears as he walked out to a standing ovation of hundreds last Thursday. He recalled how he was held in a cage underground in pitch black darkness for 50 successive days of those 505. He received one pita or less per day. He found faith in the tunnels. He wraps teffilin every morning now. He talks to G-d every day. He believes in miracles. The way Shem Tov spoke, and the way Alshareef speaks, is light years away from the victim-orientated, power-hungry, truth-avoiding gang of progressive Western elites and wannabes. They have worked overtime to shut them out, but these voices cannot be repressed. They refuse. They defy intimidation. They are brimming with a purpose that cannot be faked. We must uplift them. ICAN too is providing an essential service. Here is Hosier with his presentation. You can see four local California politicians, and on the left hand column is how JPAC (Jewish Public Affairs Committee of California) is scoring future Mamdani’s. It’s marking them according to housing, environment, policing, social policies etc, but crucially it doesn’t pick up where they’ve voted on issues surrounding Israel and the Middle East. ICAN does factor these in, and scores them accurately. If they’re red it means they’re future Mamdani’s. If they’re green, they’re not. Not only does ICAN identify where the problem candidates are, it’s identifying where the wrongly maligned candidates are. This analysis then becomes crucial for killing bills, such as the Ethnic Studies bill in California, because accurate intelligence is available for who to target. We cannot afford more Mamdanis. We cannot afford any more successes for any political candidates in America who would support what happened to Omer Shem Tov in Hamas captivity, or who would refuse to protect the vision for the Middle East that Loay Alshareef so passionately wants to help actualize. To find out more about ICAN, visit their website. _To support Blacklisted, please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now

Give it up for New York. The concrete jungle where dreams are made of voted in a Jihadist two weeks ago, and last night we witnessed Mamdani’s new empire in action. At the historic Park East synagogue, an orthodox place of worship, a center for Jewish life, and a day school, a group of 200 keffiyeh-wearing, placard holding, blood-libel screaming ghouls turned up last night to intimidate and terrorize Jewish civilians attending an event inside. They showed up at a Jewish house of worship in 2025 to scream obscenities at attendants and heckle them. They promised to “take another settler out.” Urging to globalize the intifada, and pump up “resistance”, the violent mob of hundreds of “anti-Israel activists” (bitch, please) brought their Palestine flags and their tribal drums to warn the Jews not to gather. “We need to make them scared!!!” they repeated. As a leader of the protest instructed his followers: “It is our duty to make them think twice before holding these events.” Them. Who is them? Them is us. Primarily, them is the Jewish people. But them is also the people who won’t tolerate this hate. For that is all it is. When I was watching this footage last night, looking at videos of Jewish women being escorted by police into a synagogue, watching the NYPD fail to move this crowd or get the situation under control at all, I just kept thinking about that historic photograph of the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem – Hajj Amin al-Husayni of Muslim Brotherhood – sitting down with Adolf Hitler in Berlin, on November 28, 1941. They say toxic friendships are formed by mutual hatred. These two pals hated both the British and the Jews. Hitler cosigned the Mufti’s dream to rid the Middle East of Jews, with no return to a homeland for the Jewish people. He vowed that once the German army reached the Middle East, there would be no Jews left alive. The Mufti lived in Berlin from 1941 to 1945 as an honored guest of Nazi Germany, receiving wads of cash. He collaborated with the Nazis on propaganda aimed at Arab speakers. He created Muslim divisions of the SS. The Mufti evaded trial after the war, and died in Lebanon in 1976. What do you think he was doing during his 20 years of post-WWII freedom? The “Free Palestine” movement is nothing but the consequential brainchild of this unholy alliance. It is not a secret. “From the River to the Sea, Palestine will be free,” they scream, urging the removal of every Jew from Arab utopia, which doesn’t stop in the Arab world, because it has since been deported to the West. They are not protesting at a government building, or outside a UN meeting. They are hijacking a synagogue. It’s modern Nazism, there’s no ifs, buts or maybes. There’s no “context”. It’s the dominant cult by which to bully, ostracize, erase, and commit acts of violence towards innocent Jewish civilians in cities around the world, including New York City, which has the largest population of Jews outside Israel. There is nothing intellectual, clever, elite, sophisticated, nuanced, rational or moral about bandying around the word “Palestine” as a performative virtue on social media and in social circles. It is pure vitriol towards Jews, erasure of Jews, and the Jewish homeland. A slither of a home for Jewish people in a world in which the oldest story is that the Jews are chased into exile from every country we have ever resided in and contributed to. Their positing about Palestine is nothing but waving the modern Swastika. Swastika 2.0. Sidenote: the pedophilia claim in the above banner is not only abhorrent, but inversion. The only known pedo in this situation is Mohammed the prophet. But you know, that sort of blasphemous talk will get me arrested in the UK where the truth is now a fascist concept. These unemployed morons want to reward acts of mutilation, kidnapping, gang rape and murder with statehood for a terrorist organization. I am proud to no longer be associated with anyone who performs in this way or tolerates any individual who does. I am not belittling, disrespecting or endangering myself or the people around me by associating with and being adjacent to Nazis. As I wrote last week, I am in the right room. They are in the wrong one. They lie down with evil. This was nothing short of a siege on a shul, the senior Rabbi of which is a Holocaust survivor. Community members noted that 95-year-old Rabbi Arthur Schneier witnessed similar scenes as a child in 1930s Europe. This will get worse. Mark my words. I read some stats this morning about the UK, where this has been the norm for longer. In London, a rape is reported every hour now. Almost 12,000 people a year are arrested for social media posts. The UK’s economy has significantly fallen behind its peers, only growing 3.5% in the last five years. London is now the phone theft capital of the world, rendering it worse than a third world city. The UK is set to lose more millionaires to emigration than any other country in the world in 2025. The Metropolitan Police can’t control the thousands of demonstrators for Palestine in the capital city. It seems that while they’re screaming for Palestine, what’s actually happening is that the Middle East is moving forward with the Abraham Accords, and Europe is moving backwards into the Dark ages. America needs to – for want of another phrase – get its shit together. Yesterday morning, before this all happened, I was in a Target in Hollywood, and I was laughing with Jewish friends in the UK about how preposterous its Hanukkah display is. They sell “plush latkes” and dreidl-shaped catnip for your pets. But this is not what the Maccabees fought for. Hanukkah is _not_ the Jewish Christmas. Hannukah is a festival about how the people of Israel survived the occupying Greeks at the time (2nd century BCE, for what it’s worth). It’s about as “Zionist” a holiday as they come. I’m not interested in having so-called visibility in Target. I don’t want to see my culture, my religion, or our peoplehood become some evangelized commercial entity. Our people pre-date Target, by a long shot. All this kitsch bullshit is just that. And it doubles down as a shield for antisemites, and the Jews of shame, to hide behind. I don’t need dreidl catnip, I will arm myself simply with a bright shining menorah in my window. This Hanukkah we should reject the over-assimilation loudly, and we should live as the sons and daughters of Judah the Maccabee. What does that mean? It means we should know who we are and we should be damn well prepared to fight for it. Perhaps you caught a story from Mexico this past week. Mexico’s President Claudia Sheinbaum is a Jew. She’s an antizionist Jew, who has also screamed to Free Palestine. She disgraced herself by libeling the Gaza war a “genocide”. And yet she has not been immune from attacks by Mexico’s Gen Z who are protesting against her administration due to domestic matters relating to crime. They graffiti’d the door of the Supreme Court building with the words “Puta Judía”. That translates to “Jewish whore” in English. You see, it matters not how much you bend and break your own Jewish spine to kosher the trend of antizionism, you’re still a Jew when they hate you. This week, I am proud to share that I was on the cover of Jerusalem Report with Montana Tucker, Emily Austin, and others. The interview is here. As I was reading this brief description of my story below, I was reminded once more that as far as attacks on synagogues by “progressive” mobs go, I called it out years ago, and was punished by the same individuals participating in this hate-mongering now: > Few stories capture the cost of public Jewish advocacy like that of Eve Barlow. > > Once a top Los Angeles-based music journalist – deputy editor of NME and contributor to The Guardian, Pitchfork, GQ, New York Magazine, Vulture, LA Times, Vice, and more – Barlow saw her career implode after a single post. > > Following the 2020 riots in the US after George Floyd’s death, she posted: “How dare you bring the Jewish nation and community into the killing of Black American lives.” > > She woke up the next morning to images of vandalized synagogues bearing graffiti like “FREE PALESTINE” and “F–- ISRAEL,” and she commented about pop star Dua Lipa’s “antisemitic posts.” The backlash was immediate. > > Barlow was dropped by nearly every publication she had written for. > > “My only source of income right now is [the online publishing platform] Substack,” she said. “I am grateful for the paid subscribers I have, and I am trying to build there and make people want to pay. My content is free, and it’s important to me to get it out far and wide. And those who can pay $10 a month, that’s great. I don’t get paid by any organization to post online, which is why I don’t relate to being an influencer. I am a public intellectual.” Additionally, our LGBTQ conference for Israel got a wonderful write-up in Times of Israel this week. They have hailed it a loud and proud event to counter the Queers for Palestine. You can read that report here. This is precisely what we must continue to do. First we protect our own. Then we continue to build. And for those who want to stand with the bigots, leave them to rot with them, as they march and scream their way towards a downward spiral. They have forgotten the old mantra that nobody wins a prize for being the last to enter the gas chambers. _To support Blacklisted, please sign up for $10/month, or $100/year._ Subscribe now

My favorite boxing combination is the stick-and-move. It’s when you throw your best jab, and you get the fuck out of there. I’ve been boxing for ten years. It’s my favorite hour of the week. Not only is it the best workout, it’s the best meditation. When I wrap my hands and put my gloves on, and it’s just me dancing around the bag, or attacking my trainer’s pads, I feel this peaceful quiet. I’d never compete. I don’t want to hit, or get hit. The bag is enough for me. But even the bag can be a no-go for a domestic violence survivor. In 2021, a documentary landed on Netflix about a woman named Christy Martin. _Untold: Deal With The Devil_ is a one-in-a-million story in many senses, but it’s also entirely textbook. It is the story of the first woman to become a global boxing sensation, who was a closeted lesbian, married her trainer (old enough to be her father), and survived years of his domestic abuse and escalating violence. Christy could defeat anyone - man or woman - in the ring, but when it came to her husband, she couldn’t lift a finger. She took every hit. _That ’s_ domestic violence. She practically crawled to her survival after he stabbed her and shot her on the bedroom floor. And she got back in the ring again weeks later to finally fight on her own terms, free of that asshole. After I watched this documentary, I knew Martin’s story had to be a feature-length movie with a kickass ‘80s soundtrack. Lo and behold, four years later I found myself with a whole movie theater to myself in Hollywood punching the air as the credits opened to the none-more-epic stabbing piano chords of ‘Head Over Heels’ by Tears For Fears. Thank god, I was in the theater alone. During the film’s final third, I bawled my eyes out. It was relentless and beautiful to see this survivor’s story brought to life in such an accurate, self-possessed and unapologetic way. All the questions are answered. You will never find yourself wondering why she didn’t leave. You will find yourself incensed that the first question anyone ever asks isn’t just: is the motherfucker dead yet? Martin’s perpetrator didn’t start by attempting to kill her. He built the prison she inhabited over years. It began with comments about how she wore her hair, or what she was allowed to eat. It continued with rules about who she couldn’t hang out with. Once they were married, it extended to intercepting all phone calls at the house, eventually monitoring her cell phone, casually stalking where she was going, punishing her for talking to the neigbour, controlling her finances, her career trajectory, stealing from her earnings, coercing her into sexual scenarios she didn’t want to consent to, becoming the favorite among her friends and family. All of this is meticulously built upon in the film’s first half, as Martin’s agency is taken from her, and yet in tandem her progress in the ring and in front of the world’s media balances this with the brute strength and no-mess attitude of her public-facing bravado. Which cruelly is what would render the abuse even less believable to the few people Martin could turn to as allies, including her own mother who refused to believe her, and shamed her into one cycle of abuse too many. I really care about Christy’s story. I can tell that the woman who told it - Sydney Sweeney - also really cares. If you’ve seen even a fraction of the promotional work Sweeney has done for the movie, it’s obvious she completely understands the impact this film will have in domestic violence circles. But someone who doesn’t understand that at all is Ruby Rose, who had her 15 minutes of fame over a decade ago as a character in _Orange Is The New Black_ , and has made it her mission to blame Sweeney for the film’s disappointing opening weekend. Ruby, your bitterness is starting to show. Never mind it so happens that Rose, 38, is perhaps the rudest person I’ve ever interviewed. So rude, the interview was not usable. It lasted all of ten minutes. She is yet another libtard egomaniac who never stops making herself the victim of everyone else’s success. The mere sight of Sweeney has been treated as a violent assault by American progressives for the last year. Recently during a _GQ_ interview at the Chateau Marmont, Sweeney’s intolerance and refusal to play ball while being “offered an opportunity to apologize” for an American Eagle jeans campaign, which was maliciously mischaracterized by “liberals” as an ad in support of “white supremacy”, went viral due to Sweeney’s sensational side-eye of defiance. Sweeney emerged unscathed for the crime of maintaining “great jeans” _and_ even better genes, while the smugger-than-thou journalist who nobody had ever heard of has since had to lock all her social media accounts. I don’t wonder what the reason is for all the misogynist hate towards Sweeney from liberal progressives at all. It starts with a j and ends in an -ealous. Sweeney responded to Ruby Rose, too. Once more taking the high road, while giving zero fucks in an Instagram post: > “Thank you to everyone who saw, felt and believed and will believe in this story for years to come. If _Christy_ gave even one woman the courage to take her first step toward safety, then we will have succeeded. So yes I’m proud. Why? Because we don’t always just make art for numbers, we make it for impact. And _Christy_ has been the most impactful project of my life. Thank you Christy. I love you.” Martin too has come forward to defend her “friend, Syd”. Syd, you can play a gay boxer every day of the week, as far as I’m concerned. Stick and fucking move. A movie about domestic violence led by a character who is also a lesbian is not going to be a box office smash because society doesn’t want to look at domestic violence. We have seen that over and again. Rose and all these other vicious embittered hacks via their comments have proven themselves utterly unworthy of this important project by not understanding that it wasn’t _ever_ a vehicle for anyone to make millions of dollars off a survivor’s pain. What’s more, domestic violence does not discriminate. Not by religion, nor by race, sex, sexuality, or - amazingly - political opinion. Ruby: Republicans experience domestic violence, too. Do you think they deserve it? I would die on the hill of supporting any domestic violence survivor. This story will save the lives of women who have nowhere else to turn to. As for Sweeney, if anyone talks smack on her award-deserving performance, they miss the point. For Martin, this movie is her story told as she survived to tell it. Sweeney knocked it out the park. It’s not a private matter that I have publicly defended a domestic violence survivor. I was prepared to set the whole world on fire, and my own life, to make sure people understood the truth of the matter. It is too normal. It is too common. 1 in 4 women since the age of 16 experience domestic abuse. Every day, you will encounter someone who is living their own private hell, and you may not even know it. When circumstances beyond our control and understanding force the world to look behind the bolted doors that they really don’t want to look behind, there will be no winner. But the one silver lining is to fight like hell for the truth to come to light. For the survivor, and for every person still in the struggle, the truth is the only victor. Every day, I look at myself in the mirror, and I feel like I failed. There is more we all could do. Echoes of abuse and isolation are everywhere. That is the lesson that never ends. And the world never lets you forget, not even as a bystander. There is a lack of understanding that is societal and endemic – in every profession, in every community. I even fired my own therapist for not getting it. My tears for _Christy_ were tears of catharsis, yes. But also tears for the broken wings that don’t find flight again. For the stories that do make it, we owe them full-throttle celebration. There are no greater champions than the women who overcome. I usually ask that readers support Blacklisted, but today I would ask that if you have anything to spare, please find your local women’s shelter online, and make a donation for the holidays. The holidays are often the worst time of year for those suffering in a violent home. If you can’t find your local shelter, give to Salvation Army. For anyone reading this affected by the contents, please know: you are not alone. Subscribe now

When I pulled up a chair next to Emily Damari on Sunday in her green room, I thought about that special feeling you have when looking for your place in the world, and someone points and says “you can sit with us”. Damari survived 471 days in Hamas captivity. The most significant thing in her life now, I imagine, is free will. To be able to select what you want to do with your time. Who you want to spend it with. Which rooms you want to be in. Where you fit. This is something gay people know a lot about. I have always thought it’s why so many of us have been leaders in the fight not only for Israel and the Jewish people, but for the survival of the West. “It’s like a miracle that you’re here,” I said. Damari immediately corrected me. “No, it IS a miracle.” Damari is magnificent. That full-body smile she wears, like a gay Julia Roberts, is for a purpose. “The enemy is watching all the time,” she says. “We cannot give them any satisfaction that they have broken us.” When she was onstage on Sunday at the inaugural Pride For Israel conference organized by Stand With US, she told the crowd of LGBT Zionists that when she was being held by Hamas, she tried to educate her captors. “Every time they called me a prisoner, I would tell them, ‘No I’m a hostage’. Prisoners have three meals a day. Prisoners get to flush the toilet. Prisoners get to go outside. Prisoners get to see the sunlight. Prisoners get to call their families. I’m not a prisoner.” Did it annoy her captors? She shrugged. “Sometimes.” I was a panelist at the conference in the morning (video excerpt below). The whole day was inspiring, and harked back to a point of my advocacy that I began with seven or eight years ago when I said that I didn’t want to stay at a party I was no longer invited to. That it is down to Jewish leaders to build our own table where we can sit with each other and not be under threat of exclusion. Specifically I said this to the Jewish gay community. For we know better than anyone. It is written into our history as outsiders who became builders in order to survive and thrive. And as is so often our fate as gays, we experience expulsion first. The hostility of the LGBTQ+ world to Zionism was felt long before many heterosexual Jews woke up. And so it was for Damari in Gaza. She had an experience as a hostage that was quite unlike any other hostage. Although she did not say those words herself, I feel it’s important to point it out. As a lesbian, there was an even greater danger to Damari’s survival in Gaza. Her gay identity had to remain confidential. “You’re 28,” said some of the families she was held by in Gaza. “Why are you single?” Damari blamed her elder brothers, and said they were very strict and would not let her date. “They loved my brothers for that,” she said, and the room roared with laughter. She told a story about how she asked the terrorist guarding her one day what he would do if he found out his brother was gay. She said in a split second he responded: I would kill him. “But he’s your best friend, your brother, you love him.” The response was as immediate and unchanged. To further the psychological torture, the hostages were often made to watch _AlJazeera_ news feeds, featuring the usual pro Hamas angle. One day, the TV was on and there was a report on protests happening for Gaza at Columbia University. Damari saw the “Queers for Palestine” on the TV. “This was insane to me,” she said. “You guys may be for Palestine. But I can tell you, Palestine is not for you.” In the green room, Damari maintained the same quiet yet brimming defiance she displayed onstage. She wanted to tell me that when she was released from Gaza, she had become familiar with my work, among others, and had seen pictures of me in the young adults section of her kibbutz (Kfar Aza) by the house where she was kidnapped. I told her how overwhelmed and grateful I was to discover she had spent so much of her time in captivity with Romi Gonen, whose family members were the first hostage family I met, and whose story I felt deeply connected to. “If it wasn’t so late in Israel,” she said, “I would FaceTime Romi now!” It’s true what they say: that you don’t understand the why until later. For years, we have been cast out of the worlds we once knew, and what’s happened in the end is not our loss, but our incredible gain. We now stand shoulder to shoulder with giants. Those who have lost us are out at sea without such lighthouses. As I left Damari, I said that my wish for her is that she has tenfold the good in every moment of her life going forward to counter all the dark that she endured. At the start of the conference on Sunday, there was a man who shared his Diasporic experience as a gay Jew since October 7 in a profound way. He said: “I took a long time to come out of the gay closet, but after 10/7 I had to go back into a Jewish closet.” Again, I think there is a resilience to gay people that renders us more immediately equipped to resist the idea of hiding ourselves for the sake of pleasing our surrounding society. It’s no coincidence that one of our fiercest non-Jewish allies is Douglas Murray, who is also a proud gay man. On Saturday night, I had the privilege of hearing Murray speak at the PragerU Gala in Beverly Hills. Where would we be without leaders of morality such as Murray, a thinker as prepared to call out the reality of what Mamdani’s election means for future Democrats, as he is prepared to criticize the Right wing pandering to Tucker Carlson amid the Heritage Foundation debacle. Romance and obsession are a fundamental part of being gay. I think potentially the phenomenon known as limerence, too. Because for so much of our lives, it is a fantasy to imagine loving in the same way as the people around us experience love. We owe a great debt of gratitude to our forebears who fought for the rights that straight people have so that we can live our lives with dignity. But I think it’s because we _still_ have to often privately hold onto a dream that is not yet our bold reality that we are primed to build this safer world for us as Jews, as Zionists, as pioneers of Western values, that has come under threat, and has in many places disappeared altogether. Theodor Herzl’s sexuality is undetermined, but he did say “If you will it, it is no dream.” We can lead the reconstruction era. We must. Who else will if we don’t? On Sunday, I shared a room with the likes of Yemeni journalist, Luai Ahmed, and Jerusalem-based _olah_ via South Africa firebrand Bellamy Bellucci; with Iranian Jewish long-standing activist Matthew Nouriel, and LA first generation born unapologetically pro Israel lesbian Tanya Tsikanovsky. These fighters are all key figures of rebuilding our community from ground zero. And the good news is, it’s something we’ve already been doing in all avenues of our lives since we were born. Former friends of mine who have turned nastily antisemitic used to get it actually. They had a song that became a clarion call for the rainbow community, entitled _I Know A Place_. It was ironically inspired by the Pulse nightclub shootings in Orlando in 2016, when an Islamist member of ISIS, Omar Mateen, murdered 49 people in a gay bar. MUNA, however, seem to have glazed over that part in latter years, as they have participated in the charade of “geo-blocking” their music from being played in Israel. I wish they understood their own words, instead of becoming the people they describe. _“ They will try to make you unhappy, don’t let them, They will try to tell you, you’re not free, don’t listen, I know a place where you don’t need protection, Even if it’s only in my imagination.”_ I’m closing a chapter of my life right now. I’m leaving the place I’ve called home for the last six years to build a new one in a different part of the city I love. It’s wild how many people I’ve had over the door here for six years who one day walked out and never came back. Artists who swore the only thing that mattered to them was freedom, yet they have bargained it all away for a cause that is suffocating their agency, even if they don’t yet see it. The strength of the people I no longer have to dream up or imagine – people such as a liberated Emily Damari – remind me to say goodbye to some things. There is no place now for friendships and relationships with people who are too ashamed of the public knowing about our connection. There is no longer a feeling that we are not good enough to be in the lives of those we love. There is no longer an excuse given for those who chose to leave because they couldn’t be as proud to scream about us as we were to scream about them. They have all walked into the wrong room. We are in the right one. _Please support Blacklisted by subscribing for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now

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There is no greater wash of serenity that comes over me quite like the sight of glamour. Whether it’s Grace Kelly in beachwear or Marilyn Monroe smoking cigarettes. Whether it’s Diane Keaton in tailoring or Lady Gaga in meat. Whether it’s Shirley Eaton covered head-to-toe in gold paint, or Pamela Anderson _sans_ make-up. The mere sight of glamorous women offers both escape and that shrieking alarm clock that reminds every one of us to level up wherever we’re at. There’s no ceiling to glamour. Glamour is constantly polishing its edges. Keep up! She waits for no one. I live for it. I live for being a woman. Women are shy to say that these days. Docile people-pleasing women who don’t want to make those who haven’t decided what they are feel uncomfortable. It’s always been an attack to the weak when a woman loves being a woman. So lean in and piss them off. I love waking up in the morning and choosing. Do I want to wear a skirt and pumps or do I want to wear men’s trousers and a wife beater? I can do both. I can do things women 100 years ago wouldn’t dream of doing. That’s progress. That’s living beyond the stereotypes and constrictions of the feminine. That’s defying gender expectations. That’s what we fought for. Glamour. Madonna once asked: _Do you know what it feels like for a girl?_ The only people who know are born women. We know what it feels like, and we know that this isn’t it: This is _not_ what we fought for. This feels like hell. It feels like gaslighting. For those who don’t know: “dolls” is a term used for transwomen, rooted in ballroom culture. This feels like women are being replaced by men playing dress-up and cheapening femininity to trashy stereotypes most commonly sold by prostitutes for the pleasure of men. It has NOTHING to do with women, or female glamour, or empowerment. It’s the opposite of freedom. It’s the chains of plastic surgery, of augmented tits, of perfect symmetrical facial features, of over-plumped lips, of accentuated hips. We’re supposed to be past an idea of the female prototype promoted by unimaginative men. The year is no longer 2025, but 1925. Everything women have done to build our own magazines, advocate for our own diversity, critique our own impossible beauty standards, and celebrate our own beauty beyond the Barbie box is being incinerated via the unhinged ego trips of trans activists. These born biological males want not just to take Barbie out of her box, but to be photographed as her on the cover of our magazines. Apparently plastic is evil and pollutes, unless it’s this. The trans activists pictured here have the most reductive ideas about what it means to be a woman - because no matter how much surgery, or how many drugs they take, they are not biological women. They are men aspiring to be women in the most extreme ways. “It’s someone who identifies as being a woman!” they scream. No, honey. That’s not what a woman is. A woman is a human being born with a vagina, who will grow a pair of breasts but not before experiencing a finite window of opportunity for blissful ignorance ahead of being struck down with periods, potential eating disorders and misogyny. Don’t you miss the days when women’s magazines suggested some mild anorexia? If you don’t bleed like us then you are not us. You are an imitation. Sometimes a very successful one. I respect it, but the respect has to go both ways. _Glamour UK_ hasn’t been a bastion of progress for us girls, to be fair. It has engaged for decades in selling a rakish thinness and a disappearing brow to women that is unobtainable for most. And yet, at least these ideals were being sold by women. Now they have given up on women altogether and decided that nine people who were born as biological men can do femininity better than we can. I have had it up to the top of Amy Winehouse’s beehive (may she – and it – rest in peace) of this too often selfish, too regularly violent, too _de rigeur_ bullying, too consequentially power-hungry, too by proxy women-hating movement that is trans activism. I’d have preferred if _Glamour UK_ had put Harry Styles dressed as Dorothy in the Wizard Of Oz on the cover, because that would have been more honest. If trans activism was primarily about guaranteeing people with body dysphoria visibility to gain access to medical care and fair and equal policy etc, and if trans activists were truly in thrall to their female icons, then there would be no _Glamour UK_ cover. _Glamour UK_ was a women’s magazine. It was not a trans magazine. It was not a queer magazine. It was for girls. There should be a sense of ceremony, and a sense of place. Serena Williams was never trying to appear on the cover of _Men ’s Health_. We have _Women ’s Health_ for that. There are plenty magazines that can host this cover: _Them_ being the prime choice. Trans activism should not be about taking up space that biological women have fought tooth and nail for. Yet, trans activism seems preoccupied with that above all else. When I was 14, buying _Mizz_ or _Just Seventeen,_ I wanted to see Kate Moss’s clavicle competing with her cheek bones on the cover. I wanted to see Erin O’Connor’s anti-smile in pipe jeans. I wanted to see Naomi Campbell’s skin. I wanted to see every kind of femininity dripping off the glossy pages. I wanted to see something untouchable but aspirational. I wanted to see the Amazons of today, warriors of the millennial era, defining the style and attitude of the moment for W O M E N. I cannot imagine being a teenage girl, picking up a copy of _Glamour UK_ ’s “Women of the Year”, and seeing that. That is nothing for teenage me to hope for - to grow up to be. Teenage me would have run for the fucking hills. I didn’t want to dress like that, talk like that, or think like that, because that had nothing to do with me. What are women’s magazines if not for women? Or are we going to bargain our visibility away for the sake of the demands of those who claim that nobody can see or hear their overt and very loud displays? It’s a nonsense performance that nobody is buying. Last night, Hollywood’s most talked-about actress Sydney Sweeney was recognized at a _Variety_ Women Of Power event, in which she is promoting her movie about the life of boxing champion and domestic violence survivor, Christy Martin. She gave a powerful and respectful speech onstage about the importance of the storytelling. She was capital-G Glamour in a sheer silver dress. And yet, her appearance was overshadowed by criticism for wearing said dress due to the… Well what exactly? The woman part. Her dress was wrong because she’s hot, and women are no longer allowed to be hot. Sweeney is a bombshell. It’s threatening because it’s proof that half the population are still born as women, and many thrive as such. Forever it has been a threat to men. It’s just that the men who are now threatened are arguing that they’re not men, but women. The real women. No - the best women. _Glamour UK_ puts nine trans activists on the cover for “Women of the Year” but Sydney Sweeney is hated for being drop dead gorgeous. The mainstream is peak sexism once again. The only people not allowed to look good as women are women. Trans activism holds more blame than the old-fashioned men right now. I almost miss them. Last time I wrote for _Glamour UK_ I was invited to pen an op-ed about the lack of female representation at music festivals. In my piece I wrote the following about headlining slots, but now it appears to apply to the front cover of the magazine itself only two and a half years later… > Sexism is the oldest prejudice in the world, and its tentacles are institutionalized at every level. And while booking men may be considered a safer commercial choice, attitudes will not change until women are booked in equal measure, and audiences become as accustomed to seeing them on the same stages at the same times as their male counterparts. Had Glastonbury elected Lizzo over Axl Rose and his grizzly friends, I highly doubt they would be looking at a depletion in ticket sales. But that’s not really the problem. The problem is that the music industry is more comfortable with men and misogyny. It doesn’t just value women less, it robs women of their value, and that hasn’t changed just because of the Me Too movement. Did the Me Too movement even scratch the paint in the music world? No. Because rock’n’roll is predicated on victimizing, sexualizing and minimizing the power of women. > > Ten years ago I was working at _NME_. It’s hard for me to believe that it was as little as a decade ago that the norm at a British music institution would be for daily battles about why more women should headline festivals. If we protested too much that we wanted to see ourselves represented in female acts on the cover of the magazine we were making it would be standard to be accused of having a “feminist agenda” (as though that were a bad thing!). And yet, here we are, back there, and maybe worse for having had a conversation time and again that the industry is now squarely deciding to do nothing about. It should say a lot about the culture in-house at _NME_ that justifying a female-led cover was such a war at the time that in 2014 we only had one cover of a weekly magazine owned entirely by a woman, and that was St Vincent for an Album of the Year issue (one that was always a commercial shoe-in because you could guarantee an audience for _NME_ ’s end-of-year list issue). > > We are still talking about this because the risks are still not being taken, and the men are still saying no, still limiting our opportunities, still keeping a ceiling over our aspirations. As women, we’ve proven ourselves. We’ve proven that we can write music, produce music, perform music, write about music. But we will continue to face this problem so long as the attitudes of the institutions aren’t challenged by emboldened decision-making by those in positions of influence. Women aren’t a flash in the pan, we’re not a fad to be placated, we’re not playing guitar well considering we’re girls, and we’re not here for brief reparations and consolation prizes after we enjoyed a ripple of a moment in 2018 when the New York Times broke the Harvey Weinstein story. For several millennia we’ve been treated as second class citizens. What we are witnessing here is a return backwards. It is not progress if we are left asking whether women’s magazines are no longer able to put women on the cover. In the _Wall Street Journal_ yesterday, it was reported that new evidence has emerged to prove that the trans surge we have seen in the last decade is a result of “social contagion”, and not a reflection of an uptick in medically defined body dysphoria. “The surge in transgender identification in recent years wasn’t the revelation of a hidden biological truth,” says the report. “It was a social phenomenon shaped by imitation, ideology and institutional reinforcement.” Magazines like _Glamour UK_ are responsible for the reinforcement of a delusion that is actively erasing everything feminists have battled for. I would like everyone to be free and happy in their choices, but this is not that. This is not equal. This is daylight robbery. * * * If you have yet to stream it, _PragerU_ featured me in their “Stories Of Us” series this Tuesday, and the link to view that is here. I’m bowled over that over half a million people have already watched it. Maybe the world isn’t going totally mad after all. _Please support Blacklisted for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now

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Sometimes people do really shitty things. The shittiest is when the person you really want to not be shit does it; the person you’re in love with. David Harbour clearly did a really shitty thing to Lily Allen, and it probably wasn’t the first time he did it, but the big mistake was when he did it to her. David Harbour must have forgotten the person _he_ fell in love with was Lily Allen. Maybe he thought Lily Allen had stopped writing pop songs, or would never record a pop album again, because she’d be so blissfully happy being married to such a _mature and esteemed actor_ _in a dream palace in New York City_ that her own history would no longer matter. Her voice. Her art. Her experience. Maybe David Harbour felt invincible until yesterday. Sounds like he had some spellbinding power over her. But oh dear, David. It’s clear you massively underestimated your ex-wife Lily Allen. “It makes me really sad,” she says in the opening track of _West End Girl_. Ugh what a title. She’s not a New York City gal, David. She grew up down Portobello Road, mate. Riding bicycles in prom dresses with her Reebok Classics on. Hoop earrings that make your ear lobes itch. She’s a leading lady of the London theater, David. She’s been stalking Dean Street at night since she was a teenager. She’s ours, you prick. You’ll never get anyone cooler. Halfway through the chirpy opening track for her _second_ post-divorce album, but her first befitting of the (air-quotes) adjective ‘concept’, the song breaks for a phone call with Him. And just like that, her voice goes from normal to crestfallen, as she’s receiving word that her husband wants to be in an open marriage. _How … how will it work? _She asks. Fourteen songs later, we find out it won’t. When does it ever? And what’s the point of building something beautiful with your person just to smash it to smithereens because of the cowardice of not facing your addictions? Was it worth it? When Lily started to grow thinner around 2020, I wondered about things. And no, I’m not “thin-shaming”. I’m observing. It was a chic thin. She looks to die for. I pondered if it was for her, or for him, or for both of them, or maybe a way of dealing with being her with him. If you know what I mean. Sometimes when people are in bad situations they forget life’s simple pleasures, like a meal. She looked unbelievable. I just wondered in the way we do about famous people we have no business dissecting with a surgical knife. Speaking of, it’s weird to write this piece. It is none of my business what went on between Lily Allen and David Harbour, but Lily Allen has - once again on her fifth album – sacrificed her privacy to expunge her pain. _“ You won’t love me/You won’t leave me” _she sings, trapped, and divulging all the sordid details of a one-sided poly-amorous relationship with a very talented actor, who was - turns out - talented at acting. She’s destroyed it; the appeal of non-monogamy, along with his family man reputation. She’s busted open a much-needed conversation about what (technically) consenting adults are doing to one another behind closed doors. It’s an intense listen. Brutal. Beautiful. I feel proud of her if that’s even allowed. And disgusted by him. She’s not bitter. She has every right to be. She understands his pain, too. Of course she does. That’s why she put up with it for so long. God, people are so broken. He probably felt undeserving. So he became undeserving. Envy usually in the mix, too. _“ Who’s Madeleine?” _she asks in spoken word between sing-songs on __ ‘Tennis’. “(_No, but who is Madeline, actually?) ” _The questions and anxieties that constantly puzzle and torment the committed wife to a straying husband. It’s always some European or ‘exotic’ name staring back like an alien from outer space. Welcome to the twilight zone, sound-tracked by spacious electronics and Allen’s airy vocals. On ‘Ruminating’, ‘Pussy Palace’ and ‘4chan stan’, she’s the detective, discovering her husband’s sex addiction. Proof of cheating beyond the scope of what they’d agreed post-marriage, after he first cheated. It’s insane. Critics are calling it gob-smacking, but I don’t know. I found it not shocking. I found it routine. Society has surrendered romance for consumption and control, and true hearts get caught up in the warfare. > _I found a shoebox full of handwritten letters > From brokenhearted women wishing you could have been better > Sheets pulled off the bed, they’re strewn all on the floor > Long black hair, probably from the night before > Duane Reade bag with the handles tied > Sex toys, butt plugs, lube inside > Hundreds of Trojans_, _you ’re so fucking broken, > How did I get caught up in your double life.” _ [‘Pussy Palace’] Double lives aren’t uncommon. Hiding in plain sight is easy for the experts. I barely know a happy couple, or even a couple. There are more than two people in the bed. They’re not really together. Or it depends who you talk to. It’s a _situation_. A tower of lies, hidden from those it harms. The hiding is not to protect a heart. It’s to safeguard a sickness they refuse to cure, a cycle that’s theirs to break, the coping mechanisms that simmer on the stove and explode every time they forget to set the timer. _“ You keep me in the dark, tell yourself it’s kind/Protect me from the pain, meanwhile, I’m losing my mind.” _[‘Just Enough’]. This kind of forensic honesty will be a mirror to many. But will it be David Harbour’s? Some addicts seem to defy rock bottom. On the least sexily titled ‘Nonmonogamummy’, Lily Allen explores entertaining the game of being open, and how David Harbour sold her a dream life that turned into something else. They built an illusion to shatter it. But to her it felt real. I’m sure plenty of it was. And yet the gaslighting is murderous on the soul. How did Lily Allen wind up here? I don’t know. There’s a pattern. People in the public eye become attached to controlling their image. Fame imprisons them. Especially women who have to protect themselves from quadruple the scrutiny. A feeling of exposure often results. They surround themselves with yes types. The prison gets more comfortable. It’s a stunningly furnished life sentence that warrants a search for safety in all the wrong places. Familiar toxicity can at first feel like happy-ever-after, but it turns into a quiet exile. Fear of abandonment, perpetual loneliness are driving forces. The entry way is always striking. The table settings are worthy of _Architectural Digest_. Even the garnish on the parfait is aesthetically enviable. Nothing feels as divine as it looks. _“ I’ve become invisible, stuck here in my palace I’m so fucking miserable, in my rabbit hole, yeah I’m Alice” _[‘Let You W/In’] I believe open relationships and marriages are wrong. It’s how everyone gets hurt. _“ You give me just enough/Hope to hold on to nothing” _[‘Just Enough’]. It’s never about protection. It’s about danger. It’s never not a power struggle. It’s never not a place to hide from vulnerability. Lily Allen has just ended the “progressive” spin on polyamory for good. Open relationships are emotional terrorism. It’s a lack of willingness for one person to give as much as they take. It’s a fear of commitment. It’s an allergic reaction to intimacy. It’s a failure to deal with dishonesty/shame/sex addiction/control issues - CONTROL - and projecting that onto a devalued partner who fears the exact same things (abandonment, isolation, intimacy) but deals with it in the opposite way. The partner compromises too much, pleases too much, becomes suffocating and suffocated. They know that a “boundary” is not a healthy ask, but a ten-foot emotional wall above the fireplace. They want a bond of mutual sacrifice, trust and what’s the word… LOVE. The open relationship dudes leave a trail of dark receipts: underrage prostitutes, multiple pregnancies, recycled sex toys. They lure in phenomenal independent women; ice queens of modern compartmentalization. Yet on the inside they’re screaming. Lily Allen perfectly dissects the unequal reparations. She is the emotional caretaker who manages the arrangement and absorbs his shame and her jealousy (_“ I’ll schedule your dates, I’ll clean up your mess”_). She exposes the hypocrisy of “ethical” non-monogamy where one partner’s “freedom” is the other’s servitude. She’s the adult consumed, claustrophobic, paranoid, hyper vigilant. Putting together timelines, instead of sinking into the couch of matrimony. He’s like a spoiled brat. A fruit and nutcase. She’s left managing chronic anxiety. Women are always punished for airing their wounds. Especially by other women. You can look hotter than ever. You can have statuesque pins and gorgeous hair and age-defying skin and zero % natural body fat. You can do it all up to hide the cage you’ve made for yourself but it’s not till you get real, till you get honest, till you rip your heart open and face yourself in the mirror that you can slice the lid off and show how strong you had to be to be in that fucked-up outwardly beautiful containment. Control the narrative. Call the paparazzi. _Flash click._ Make it look how you want but… what if the walls could talk? The perfect image is usually pretty ugly but nobody sees it until it’s broken you. I have so much respect for famous women who aren’t afraid of candor. Who end the facade. Who don’t draw the curtains, but rip them down. And no one does candor like Lily Allen. She survived where so many others literally died. Amy Winehouse. Caroline Flack. Peaches Geldof. I worked in music at a time when candor was cache. Now people are frightened of it. When I talked to Lily over the years, off record and on, her candor was special. Shocking, in fact. _Are you sure you want to be saying this?_ I’d think. She’s inspired me for 20 years. When ‘Smile’ came out, I saw her sing it at T In The Park in the summer of 2006, the weekend it hit #1. She’s blazed the trail. Her memoirs made me want to write a book. I’ve loved her forever. This fucking guy. And by the way David Harbour, it could have been worse than this. It’s so graceful - the album. She loves him, that’s why. She sees him. She knows he suffers even though he put her through hell. What a bloody idiot he is. Why is commitment such a struggle for people who say they want security? _“ It is what it is,” _she sings on the grand finale ‘Fruityloop’. “ _You ’re a mess. I’m a bitch.”_ The track reminds me of Groove Armada’s ‘At The River’, infamous for sound-tracking adverts by Marks & Spencers that sold domestic bliss in the form of creamy mushroom pasta sauce. “ _You ’re a mess. I’m a bitch.”_ It’s an important line. It will save her some of the tabloid blame, owning her own faults. You have to be bad too if you’re a woman if you ever dare to write about your life. Otherwise you’re the bitch they get to define. Or worse: you’re the victim and the world’s chorus will remind you. But this isn’t Lily Allen’s fault. _“ Wish I could fix all your shit, but all your shit’s yours to fix” _is the revelation that brings the light back in. The chorus comes in like a final unchaining of the heart’s shackles, with a reference to her second album title. "_It ’s not me, it’s you_”, she sings. Every listener punches the air. Tell him, babe. Where she used to stick her middle finger up, now she doesn’t need to. She just eviscerates with truth. Lily, you deserve all the prizes for this. You also deserve healing. I’m so sorry. But if it’s any consolation: you’ve still got it. Better than ever. Subscribe now

I didn’t know this person in the video to follow was an actor. I judged her solely on all the other tells; her designer keffiyeh (looks silk?), her refined Irish accent, her jewels and fancy watch, the self-importance it took her to appear on a podcast and start preaching about something she admits she doesn’t even understand. All these things tell me she belongs to the community of the righteous aka the reality-divorced gentrified city-dwellers who have never held down proper jobs and glean all of their purpose from performing intellect. You’ll love this: So this is Denise Gough. She’s an actor, who IMdb tells me stars in a _Star Wars_ spin-off series named _Andor_. Therefore it’s concerning that _my_ understanding of the Death Star is better than hers. As the preamble goes: A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away… “Free Palestine” is the QAnon of the Left, and everyone who supports it is doing some version of this word gumbo. It all points in the same direction. There’s a utopia but it only exists once the Jews are blasted into space. Notice the way she says “Palestine”, with marvel in her voice. Palestine signifies so much to her, bless her. Nothing to do with actual Palestinians, no. Talk about colonial mindsets. No, to Denise, Palestine is heaven, Palestine is the answer. Wait actually, Palestine is destiny. It’s funny this holistic view of Palestine, because it’s accurate, from the point of view that it does not exist. Palestine is as fictional as Darth Vader himself, and people who are struggling with reality often turn to make-believe to cope with it. For these Western luvvies, Palestine is therapy. It’s their crutch to deal with the ensuing societal breakdown happening left, right and center. “Oh if only we could free Palestine!” they scream. These dolts think they hate religion but what they preach is deeply Messianic. Many Jew haters insist they don’t hate Jews. They really like us! What they dislike is when our ideas and our values somehow obstruct theirs. So in post-BLM Marxist American leftism, the Jews are the arbiters of capitalism. For the Muslims, the Jews are lying and treacherous and have been plotting to destroy Islam. In every group it is righteous to destroy the perception of Jewish power and security. This blonde Irish lady knows bugger all about most anything, but she is very attached to the idea that Israel is the issue. She feels elevated just saying it. Spouting nonsense makes her high. She resembles a drug addict because conspiracy is drug-like in its pleasure-seeking. By now you will all be aware of two stories that have solidified where the UK has landed post-October 7. The UK is obsessionally and disproportionately focused on its 200,000 Jews. Two stories emerged before the weekend, both amounting to the same thing. The sight of a Jewish person is a provocation in the UK, and the small print is that British police are not equipped to deal with how and why. Therefore, they are shifting the blame onto the future victims instead of dealing with the perpetrators. Why? Because the perpetrators are Muslims, and it’s “Islamophobic” to say so. It is Islamophobic to talk plainly about the Muslim Members of Parliament who abused their positions of power to vote for a decision by the West Midlands police in Birmingham (a city that is now at least 30% Muslim) to **ban** all fans of the Israeli football team Maccabi Tel Aviv from attending their match against Aston Villa at Villa Park on November 6. See Jihad isn’t just car-rammings and stabbing attacks at synagogues. It’s also institutionalized and wears suits and ties. Instead of holding the match without an audience, the match will not be attended by “away” fans because the police don’t want another Amsterdam pogrom, and won’t admit that the Muslim fans would cause one. It’s not an accident that the UK police are taking a position on Jews being the issue of “public safety”. Make Jewish people appear as the by-proxy threat to British society, all 200,000 of them. Pure diversion. Pure antisemitism. What about policing those threatening the Jews? If they threaten us, they’ll be threatening to everyone else. So too Emily Damari: survived Hamas captivity but she cannot safely travel to the UK to watch her favorite team play a football match. This should be a national disgrace but Britain can’t get it together to stop the runaway train from reaching its terminal… The latest update today is that the Tel Aviv club have declined the ticket allocation for their fans. The bullies won. And they’re not stopping here. (This second slide is a joke - for now) The second story to emerge was arguably even more shocking. A Jewish man arrested at a Free Palestine march, for wearing a Star of David. The man who was arrested was detained for ten hours. It was deemed a dangerous act, that would incite violence. Again, why’s that? Could it be that the police know that the Free Palestine marches are and were just marches promoting Jew hatred? That they were a permissible group intimidation exercise against Jews? In the UK it is now incitement of violence for Jews to wear Stars of David. In the UK, it is now Islamophobic to resist the banning of Jews from public events. But this isn’t just about Jews. Britain is sprinting into a dark, dark age. It is being dominated by an extremism that it is not even willing to acknowledge, never mind fight. It’s unimaginable to think that this is the same country that faced Nazi Germany. A country where it’s dangerous for Jewish people to wear a symbol, to go to synagogue, to attend a football match, to attend a school. Perhaps some of you may know that the word Islam translates in English to “surrender” or “submission”. The word “Islamophobia” is a device that appears to police prejudice but is - in fact - suppressing criticism of this extremism. It is not the same as - say - describing an act of racism against Muslims, ie, an intentional attack on a mosque. Christopher Hitchens warned us in 2009. He warned us not to surrender, and he also predicted that it would be the Christian and Jewish leaders who would fall foul and “hold open the gates”. Since the Manchester Jihad attack, the UK Board of Deputies have invited an Imam to their interfaith plenary. The fools should watch this: With every march for Palestine that continues to go ahead, the British authorities run along their already well-trodden path of surrender to this ideology. Every time, the responses will become more extreme. In turn more useful morons will be radicalized. It is a problem that is fast spinning out of control. As Trump has demonstrated in America and the Middle East, solutions come through strength. But does the UK have any leaders strong enough to save the country from appeasing these extremists? Tomorrow is my birthday which is my opportunity to impart some light to assuage all this bleakness. As the moon waxes and wanes, so does the society surrounding us expand and shrink. I think of Israel and Zionism as the center of gravity. It is the pull that brings us back to one of the most ancient civilizations. It is the soul recognition of where our ancient blood lines have traveled from. The further society floats away from its core, the more conspiratorial and the crazier it grows. But when chaos subsides and society is calling home again, it will return to where it began. The Jewish people merely have a head start. There may be only a fraction of British people who are Jewish, but Britain will ignore them at its peril. By design, too many are starry-eyed and distracted by their mythical Palestine… _Please support my work for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now

Tender is this moment. Tender is the autumnal morning light seeping onto hardwood floors, and the fact that for the first time in two years there is no guilt accompanying a sunshine that cannot be seen or felt by our family. Tender is the stress knot in our shoulder blades, the fatigued cough in our chests, the sting in our eyes from the endless tears, the stiffness in our bellies. Tender is the sound of a song (for me “Bizarre Love Triangle” by New Order) and not feeling too sad to smile at it. Tender is the purple scar this has all left. Tender is the sight of sons reuniting with their parents, their siblings, their lovers, their children. Tender is the wish that all the hostages had that same happy ending. I am tender. That is the word I’ve searched for as people ask - _how do you feel? They ’re home!_ _How do you feel?_ Feel. Oh do I feel. Taking a breath from the battleground of facts that has left many of us worn out after two years, I feel too much. The war of information is easy. The emotions are not. I don’t want to feel for a second. My dear friend used to say that my perspective was better after I took a little time and distance. I hear that voice in my head. I’m not used to what’s gone. Trauma makes things hard to let go. Material things that lay to waste don’t matter. The fat we trimmed from our social circles doesn’t matter. But some losses have left a chasm. It’s tender. I’ve tried to find the right words for this hour. I watched a nation’s heroes run into the arms of their long lost loved ones, and I wept for them, and I wept for the ones whose arms are still empty, and I wept for the reunions I so wish I could have too, in a different set of circumstances. It is exhausting to dance and cry at the same time after expending every ounce of energy for 730-plus days not knowing if or when it would ever end. It ends. It has ended. We have to let this bit go. Monday October 13 was a day for heroes. Glory to the Hebrews, we won the war of October 7. We were the rescuers, saving our own people from the tunnels of Gaza, and trying to jolt awake as many in the West as possible to the mental imprisonment that has stolen their judgment and handicapped their antennae for looming danger. The most powerful leader in the world flew in to mark the climax with us. As the majestic Air Force One stationed itself at Ben Gurion Airport, and the President of the United States invited Prime Minister Netanyahu and his wife to ride in his car - The Beast - from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, en route to the Knesset, there was a timelessness in the witnessing. Streaming the i24 channel on a browser from bed at 3.30AM, I knew I will be asked in some future by some people I am yet to know where I was while this was happening. The sense of history unfolding was so conclusive. As straightforward as October 7 was, so too was the end; a day for good versus evil. Ignored only by people who are resistant to change, resistant to sanity, resistant to light. The end was as life-altering as the brutal beginning. There is a circle that’s closed. This photograph’s impact on me was instant catharsis. Noa Argamani is on the left. Released from captivity outside of any negotiation deal in June 2024 after an intense IDF rescue operation in a refugee camp in central Gaza. On the right is her boyfriend Avinatan Or who was released on Monday with the 20 remaining living hostages. Avinatan and Noa were taken hostage during the Nova music festival. One of the most haunting images of October 7 was the video of them being stolen and literally torn apart, as Noa’s face looked helplessly on at Avinatan while she was zoomed away from him by motorcycle. On her release, Noa traveled the world, spoke at the UN, met with Biden and then Trump, ceaselessly campaigned for his release. Now it is safe to reveal that Avinatan served in a special IDF unit dedicated to rescuing hostages in complex operations like the one that saved Noa. Avinatan came back to Noa on her 28th birthday. Find someone who will fight for you the way Noa fought for Avinatan. She never gave up on him, and neither did Israel. They are alive because unlike in the Holocaust, the Jewish people fly our own helicopters and govern our own land. Love is the power that makes us fearless. Freedom is being able to drop your shoulders while knowing like never before how much it cost to fight like hell for it. But freedom without the kind of faith they both had is nothing. They won. Love won. We won. Evyatar David won. Two months ago he was being filmed by Hamas in the pitch black of the tunnels, forced to dig his own grave, emaciated. That these young men all emerged with light in their eyes and smiles on their faces says something about the heart of our people. That they were walking shows the world we are allergic to submission. Nothing overcame them. They displayed a superhuman grit. The drips of testimony coming out in the last 72 hours tell us these men were held underground for years, some in total isolation, kept from any sunlight, shackled and bound, starved and denied showers, psychologically taunted and abused, forced to share space with the bodies of dead hostages. 738 days. 17,712 hours. One million, sixty-two thousand, seven hundred and twenty minutes. The twins from Kibbutz Kfar Aza - Gali and Ziv Berman - were held separately. Until this moment below, they did not know the other was alive. The disbelief as they size each other up is magnificent. And now we can turn the psychological page to October 8, and we exhale for the first time. I hope all the other Jews who clung on with clenched jaw and broken hearts the past two years in the absence of those who claim to be human rights advocates have had the epiphany: _we_ are the human rights advocates. All of Israel came together in a bid for lasting peace on Monday, and those who were unmoved, those who did not speak, those who did not cry with us, showed what they fight for. It’s not peace. Israel is the David of the nations, comprised of an ancient people. Civilization won. Humanity won. The self-anointed saviors cosplayed terrorism for two years and spread blood libel like it was 1939. They lost, and they know it. Anyone who is a genuine liberal showed that this week by publicly acknowledging the hostage releases and the end of the war in Gaza. Where the leftists demanded a racist “antizionist” purity test for two years, what happened on Monday was a true verification process for moral clarity. As Yair Lapid said in Knesset: “When you stand with Israel you stand on the side of justice.” For the first time in 11 years, Hamas don’t hold a single living hostage in Gaza. Never bet against the Jewish people. Case in point: Eli Sharabi. This week he finally was able to bury his brother Yossi whose body was returned. Today he revealed that his book ‘Hostage’, released in the same year as he was released from captivity, is a New York Times bestseller. I’m still waiting for the feeling. I have always gone to the ends of the earth to fight for the truth for the people I love to whom it costs the most, because it’s the right thing to do. Anyone who says otherwise doesn’t understand what it is to know a Jew. I know that a nation this great and a people this great with truth on our side will go on to be, do, say and make everything in this life the best it can be. Thank you to everyone who stayed. We know who our friends are. We also know who would have left us to perish. Israel won a war on seven fronts. Eight if you count the Western states that favored the Red-Green alliance over honoring their duty to protect democracy. We have faced the most extraordinary hostility we were promised we’d never face again. We were punished simply for wanting to survived. We all sacrificed more than we could ever imagine. Now the West must lance the boil that is rotting us from within. As the nations of the Middle East move towards the future, the rest of the world will have to follow or be left behind. As Churchill said after the Allied victory in the Second Battle of El Alamein in 1942: “Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.” _Please subscribe to Blacklisted for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now

What other nation on earth is like Israel? Tonight in the Holy Land, nobody is asleep. In the wee hours, the people of Israel don’t just live… they wake! They’re piled into the streets, holding their breath, waiting for the answer to two years’ prayer. A magnificent sight. What other nation can we think of where the entire country has spent every waking moment fighting for the return of its family? There are none. For the hostages in Gaza represent people from nations all over the world and none have shown even an iota of the dedication and fight that Israel has. In every other nation, posters of kidnapped hostages had a life span of a few hours, if that. Ribbons were torn down from lamp posts. A vitriol that Israel spares only for its enemies: Hamas. Israel has paused civic life for two years, refusing to continue as normal until every one of them is _ba ’bayit. _Hebrew for “at home”. All night, Israelis line the sidewalks ready to receive 20 living hostages. We are a people who never leave a single person behind. In the last two years, we have learned how extraordinary that is. Today, let the Jewish people show the world who we are. A light unto all. Possessed of a resilience that doesn’t falter. We know who has stood by us for two years. We know who did not. We know who fought the evil of Hamas propaganda. We know who contributed to the hatred. We know who made sacrifices for us not matter what. We know who fell silent and turned their backs. We will never forget. And neither will they. For they are the ones who chose darkness over light. We are the descendants of the Jews that made it out of the Holocaust. We are the Jewish men and women who the Nazis could not kill. We are a people whose real Kings and Queens were David and Esther. Our grandparents may have changed their names but they never forgot their roots. In these hours of waiting we are on the precipice of keeping our ancestral promise. Never again. In my neighborhood every reminder of the hostages was annihilated. So we wore it every single day. We adorned yellow pins, and dog tags, and sweaters and t-shirts. We didn’t let anyone who crossed us forget. Many of them sneered. Others cried. “Am Yisrael Chai” they would mouth, silently. This has been the fight of our lives. To the gentiles and the Jew-_ish_ Jews in the middle, still confused, still meandering, it is time to stop wondering. It is time to swallow reality. There is good and there is evil. In this hour, you are about to witness true humanity, as the people of Israel welcome back our innocent men who have somehow survived two years in the depths of hell. Our prayers and their prayers have kept us tethered to one another. The power of hope is within us. As a ceasefire has been in place, the Ceasefire Now crowd have disappeared. Mark Ruffalo, Susan Sarandon, Cynthia Nixon, Billie Eilish, Javier Bardem, Tilda Swinton, _et al_ , have vanished behind the Wizard Of Oz’s curtain. Many have asked: why are the Ceasefire Now people quiet? It’s simple. Because there’s a ceasefire. Because Hamas didn’t win. Because the Jewish people live. Here are the Gaza War objectives summarized: The Palestinians said: “khaybar khaybar yay yahud” (a call to kill Jews) The West said: “From the river to the sea.” (a call to genocide Jews) And the Jews said: “Bring Them Home.” This is much like a JRR Tolkein story. It’s about humanity versus inhumanity; fellowship versus destruction. Since the IDF have pulled out, Gazan militias are killing each other. The Dughmash clan are being executed, and their enemy clans are using ambulances as modes of transport in their sudden civil war. If it weren’t for a conjoined hatred of Israel, perhaps the Gazans would have all killed one another years ago. And yet, the people who claim to speak for the human rights of Palestinians have nothing to say about these barbaric acts. There are no encampments. No campus marches. No statements from the United Nations. No media headlines. It’s almost like the Western elitist humanitarian protestors never cared about the Palestinians at all. The fraud they have committed is a stain upon civilization. Everyone was a geopolitical expert on the Middle East until today; a day that could change the Middle East forever. It is crazy to accept that wilful idiots have believed the narrative of terrorists for two years. And while the anti-Israel faction thinks its on the cusp of a slam-dunk victory, their train will be derailed by an inconvenient thing called facts. Once the facts are documented and delivered, the credibility of those who sanctioned and enforced Hamas’s libels against Israel will be as dead as Mr FAFO. Yes, sorry to all who have become attached to him, but in an act of ironic timing, Mr FAFO aka Saleh al-Jaafari was killed in gang-on-gang violence today in Gaza. Pallywood has lost its brightest star. The man who feigned his own death dozens of times at the hands of the IDF, actually did die today, by the blow of a fellow Gazan. Important to note one person in particular who shared their heartbreak on Instagram about the killing of this noble “journalist”. That would be New York Mayoral candidate Zohran Mamdani’s wife. Today, Israel has reported that Philippe Lazzarini, UNRWA’s Commissioner-General, admits that there was no famine in Gaza. Lazzarini is on record stating that there is enough food for each civilian in the strip to last three whole months, thanks to Israel. Therefore, there is no malevolent forced starvation, because - sorry - did clouds over Jabalia just clear and that food magically drop from the sky? Please watch this satisfying video of Natasha Hausdorff obliterating the UN. I am sure we will be seeing a lot more of this. As I’ve noted before, the Jews are not terribly good at forgetting things, or letting them slide… The great Zionist writer Ze’ev Jabotinsky never swore. However, I do. Let’s get these lying bastards. Operation “Returning Home” is underway. At 8am local time in Israel the first group of hostages will be received. It begins as little as an hour from now. What we are about to embrace is the great unknown. There will be joy, there will be suffering, there will be renewal, there will be disappointment, there will be love, there will be grief. We survived these two years. We will conquer what’s next. I’ll be back. _Please support Blacklisted by subscribing for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now

Our people are killing themselves, and I wonder why not enough people care. Humanity has become a coat worn by wolves. Ghosts of people we once knew have sacrificed us in favor of nothing. A cult of nothing. All that matters is a sense of belonging no matter how deranged the cause. Roei Shalev survived the Nova festival. The love of his life died beneath his body as he sheltered her when Hamas opened fire on them both. He took bullets and survived. She did not. His mother committed suicide weeks after the massacre. He followed suit yesterday, on World Mental Health Day, no less; another charade for the sheep who use such matters as their own personal vanity project. In Roei’s own words: > Roei Shalev, 29 years old, Nova Music Festival survivor. > > Before October 7th, I lived a life filled with love and purpose alongside my partner, Mapal. We worked together in a chef restaurant, and I also managed our family bakery. But on October 7th, everything changed. Mapal, our best friend Hilly, and I arrived to the Nova Festival filled with joy and excitement, ready to dance and celebrate. Little did we know, our joy would soon turn into a nightmare. > > At 6:29 PM, the sound of rocket fire shattered our evening. Instinctively, I grabbed the girls and attempted to flee, but chaos ensued. Bullets whizzed past us, grenades exploded nearby, and terror engulfed us from all directions. Realizing we were in grave danger; I urged the girls to hide under a nearby car while I joined them in hiding. The terrorists recognized us They got closer to us And they shot the three of us. One bullet in each one of us. For seven agonizing hours, we remained concealed, the girls lying lifeless beside me. I prayed fervently for our safety, hoping against all odds that help would arrive. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the army rescued me. > > A week later, my beloved and dear mother can’t contain the pain and losses of October 7 and committed suicide. In just one week, I lost three of the most important women to me in the world. That day was the darkest I’ve ever known. In the months that followed, I struggled to cope. Flashbacks and anxiety consumed me, and sleep became a distant memory. Yet, through therapy and the unwavering support of others, I found the strength to share my story. I opened up on social media, laying bare the rawest details of my trauma. The response was overwhelming. Messages poured in from people who found solace and inspiration in my journey. Their words gave me purpose, a reason to keep fighting. > > Today, I stand here uncertain of what the future holds, but one thing is clear: I must honor the memory of the three extraordinary girls who were taken from us too soon. I renamed my bakery “Mapal (Waterfall) Cafe” in tribute to my one and only love. We organized a commemorative basketball game, a testament to their vibrant spirits As also we organized a Marathon for Hilly. But my mission doesn’t end there. I’m determined to help rebuild our community, to offer hope and support to those whose lives have been shattered by similar tragedies. And so, I humbly ask for your assistance. Together, we can make a difference. Whether through donations or spreading awareness, every act of kindness matters. I also need to finance my journey tell my story. Accommodation, flights, food I haven’t been working since October 7th. And he doesn’t get a salary from anywhere. And amidst the pain and sorrow, I hold onto one truth: we will dance again. With your help, we’ll reclaim the joy that was stolen from us and build a brighter future for all. Thank you ❤️ Roei is no longer with us. He left a message of goodbye on Instagram. “Never in my life have I felt such pain and suffering — deep, burning, eating me from within. I just want this suffering to end. I’m alive — but inside, I’m already dead.” We failed him. We haven’t done enough. We must do more for our Jewish brothers and sisters. And it’s not all on the Jewish people. Not even slightly. What is it going to take to rebuild the wall that was breached on October 7? Not just the fences of the Gaza envelope, but the vault in which we promised we’d banished the hatred of the Jews within. How do we fortify that wall again, before it is too late? Can you imagine how brutal and cold the world outside is for people who survived the October 7 massacre? We all feel it. They are contending with personal demons, exacerbated by what we are all subjected to: a world hate campaign unlike anything we have ever seen. A perfectly evil playbook, with one goal. Denying the crimes of October 7 to erase the history of the Holocaust by transferring it to Gaza. Jews are not allowed to be the victims of the biggest massacre since the camps. We have all learned that if the Holocaust were to happen again, people we loved would do nothing. They’d team up with Nazis, and forget us. They’d rewrite their history with us. They’d make themselves the victims of us. They’d do everything they can to distance themselves. Outcasts of society who were indoctrinated during a time of vulnerability. They found a fake common oneness with the Palestinian underdogs - who are anything but. Lost souls in exile with weak wills, uncertain identities, and their own trauma have been encouraged to hate us. They bit the hand that fed them, and they were told it was righteous. They showed no remorse or care for what we have endured for two years. In fact, dare I say they seemed to enjoy it. This is the exact behavior that led to the Holocaust. A Satanic possession of everyday people. If rebuilding the wall matters to you, I’m urging you to call it out in your own families, in your own friend circles. I am demanding you hold people accountable for their actions. Your brothers, your sisters, your parents, your children. Demand they take responsibility. Because this irresponsibility is boundless and fomenting the most destructive hatred on earth. This is the most staggering disinformation campaign we have ever witnessed with an unparalleled global reach, and it is on full display this week. As Hamas, Israel, America and the Arab nations agreed to a ceasefire, the warmongers of the West continue to march for terrorists. It is beyond denial now. The playbook is unfolding perfectly as Gazans take selfies with fat bellies, gold watches and new iPhones claiming to be “survivors of the Holocaust”. Viral tweets are circulating that more people died in Gaza than in the Nazi concentration camps. May I remind you that 63% of adults aged 18-39 in America don’t know that six million Jews were murdered in the Holocaust; 11% believe Jews caused it and 10% believe it was a myth. They are primed to digest this desecration of history. But – and this is the most distressing part – even people who _have_ learned about the Holocaust, who have walked the halls of Holocaust museums by our sides, are participating in the performance; continuing to believe that all they are doing is fighting for the “rights” of Palestinians. Have they asked the Palestinians if they want rights? Sharia Law doesn’t provide many. In all of my years of advocating for women against male violence, I am bamboozled as to how people who claim to know what it’s like to be globally gaslit or DARVO’d in the face of surviving their own abuse could not see, understand, and acknowledge what the world has done to Jewish people for two years. Our October 7 survivors are taking their own lives because the world is victim blaming. They’re isolated. They’ve been told they deserved it. The same people who we have helped against this _same_ abuse have contributed to lying about and abusing us. I tear my hair out trying to understand how and why. Have the abused become the abusers? Heaven forbid. People are so aggrieved with what has been done to them that they have decided to do what the worst people have always done: blame the Jews, become the Nazis, side with Hamas. They’re willing to self-sacrifice completely for the sake of what? They do heinous things to people who have shown them nothing but kindness to impress whom? Are they that desperate to be part of something that they’ve become racist? Is the pain of being alive _that_ unbearable that they made the choice to befriend terrorist supporters? They spent these years ignoring their own Jewish allies, pretending we never existed to what end? Is that how much they despise their reflection? Is that how limp they are? Which year of the 1930s are we in right now? Since the dawn of Christianity, the world has lied and obsessed about Jews whenever society is suffering. For 2,000 years we are the scapegoat. Every time, it’s proven that the Jews were lied about and that we were good. In 1964, an identity was established for certain Arabs who called themselves “Palestinians”. They’re the latest group to define themselves _adversus judaeos_ - against the Jews; a theology that has been recuperated throughout history, including by the Nazis. Palestinians define themselves against Jews. From the river to the sea. Thank you to all the non-Jews who did not fall for the reprisal of the most destructive hostility the world has known. A resentment of Jews turns a society demonic. Crazed. Kind of how it looks right now. The Holocaust murdered one-third of the Jews alive. There are 300 million Arabs alive today worldwide. What percentage of them died in Gaza? The truth is Israel lost the PR war but on the ground it succeeded in crushing Hezbollah in Lebanon, removing the Assad regime in Syria, and neutralizing Iran’s air defenses and nuclear program. In Yemen, the Houthis have been thwarted. As for Hamas, their command chain is dead, and on paper they have agreed to disarm and deradicalize. The enemy within has been uncovered inside the UN, the NGOs and the Western governments. The only reason Hamas won the PR war is because they lie, and they love killing their own to drum up sympathy. If that’s winning, then I’d rather be the loser. Here is an image of the people of Gaza returning home after the war, as the IDF always intended: Clearly the people of Gaza did not receive any GLP-1s in their humanitarian aid packages. You’d think with their strategy to “fatten up” Israeli hostages in the days before they’re released, they would correspond with jumping on a treadmill and cutting down on the carbs, but they don’t need to care. After all, a society based on lies will continue to get away with the lies when the Westerners advocating for them are still marching for a ceasefire _after_ one has already been signed and is in place. Notice they can’t even spell military. Two Ls. Ceasefire but with milllllllitary intervention. You what?__ “One State Palestine **Bloc** ”… Didn’t Keir Starmer study history? Why are these going ahead? In America, 41% of people under the age of 25 did not want the hostages to be released. The wall must be rebuilt. We cannot do it alone. Intervene in your own intimate circles. Kill this disease. Credibility dies when you spend two years chasing Jews out of public spaces and coercing friends and family to betray us. That is the work of Hamas. For two years we have been fighting a war we never started and advocating every day for our family to come home, while these morally contemptible assholes have bent over backwards to cancel us, tear our lives apart, ruin our relationships and our careers, and annihilate us. Next week, once our family are home, the gloves are off. As for the New York Times, if you’re still subscribed you’ve learned nothing. For two years, self-identified antizionists took over the streets and the airwaves, shrieking about famine, ethnic cleansing, apartheid, and occupation. None of it happened. What they said was not a mistake. It was malicious. They libeled the Jewish people, so that the war would _not_ end. They never wanted a return. They never wanted a lasting peace. They’re antizionists after all. They define themselves against the Jewish homeland. Israel and the Jewish people are owed an apology, not just for the PTSD we all carry but for the physical threat that looms through the West. It is not a Jewish task. Nor is it a Jewish problem. It is a problem for the non-Jewish world. If you would like to make a donation to the Nova survivors, I recommend the charity SafeHeart. In memory of Roei. May his memory be a revolution. To rebuild the wall. _Please subscribe to Substack for $10/month or $100/year._ Subscribe now

Comrades, gather round. The tyrant who tried to destroy our nation’s treasure Jimmy Kimmel only weeks ago has struck again. The enemy of the state – President Donald Trump – has cut us off at the neck. Our gEnOCiDe is over, folks. It is coming to a screeching halt. We all decreed: Over Karl Marx’s dead body! The show must go on! But the orange man has murdered usssssssssssssss!!!! *Record scratch* News just in, President Donald Trump and Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu have been on the phone, congratulating one another. The plan is a go. The first step of the 20-step peace process has been agreed upon by Hamas. Israel is to stop the fighting in Gaza. And all remaining 48 hostages are to be imminently released, reportedly at least 20 of whom are still alive. They will be out in time for Simchat Torah, the Jewish festival upon which they were kidnapped on October 7 two years ago. Turns out that Israel’s strike on Doha (which Netanyahu had to apologize for in an act of political diplomacy) was a very good call… I am sure that the Arab nations and Qatar have had a quiet word with Hamas, told them: Inshallah, you can regroup, and come back stronger, in a few years from now. The most important thing today is the return of the hostages so that life can move forward in Israel, followed by a strong buffer against Gaza, in the event of a future rearmament. Let us see how the rest unfolds. For now, our never-ending hope is on the cusp of meeting the gates of freedom. It is historic to be here in this hour, writing these words. Reader, it makes everything worthwhile. President Trump will be flying to Israel where he is invited on Sunday to address the Knesset in Jerusalem. To all the skeptics rolling their eyes about the proximate timing to Nobel Peace Prize nominations, may I remind you that this is _literally_ what the Nobel Peace Prize is for. Obama received it prematurely seemingly just for becoming President, then he proceeded to _not_ support the people of Iran’s protest movement against the Islamic Regime. I think we should give Trump the prize. I hope that all previously lifelong Democrats who agonized over their decision to vote for Trump last November are now grateful they did. This deal could have been made a long time ago had the rest of the West supported Israel, instead of saving face with - you know - a terrorist militia. It took the might and rigor of President Trump to execute. And therein lies some irony, doesn’t it? The man they all screamed was Hitler - from the United Nations to Amnesty International to every human rights org going - looks to be on the road to achieving what they’ve worked overtime to prevent. An end to the war, and a road to peace in a new evolved Middle East. A strange Führer. The hostage families issued a statement: > “We wish to express deep gratitude to President Trump and his team for the leadership and determination that brought about this historic breakthrough.” It’s a worrying time only for the worst hypocrites and most spinless succubi on the planet. Thoughts and prayers to all the musicians, bands, actors, comedians, models, activists and humanitarians who will have to find some new tragedy to exploit for their own vanishing career trajectories. And to the rich college kids, your cosplay uprising is over. The performance art piece will not go down in history, cryface emoji. And dearest Greta Thunberg, condolences but no more free trips to Israel. Endless concern too, of course, for Piers Morgan who has to find something else to talk about. Has anyone checked on Dave Smith? Francesa Albanese? I’m sure the human rights advocates, and peace marchers, and Palestine Action virtue-junkies are exhausted from spending every morsel of their beings advocating for the end of a “genocide” that never happened, while their mortal worst enemy achieved what they never could. Sir Keir Starmer was a human rights lawyer before he became the worst ever Prime Minister of the UK. Human Rights Law 0 - Businessman With Leadership Skills 1. It appears that the “humanitarians” were the baddies all along. To the navel-gazing, self-obsessed, posturing United Nations, Amnesty International, Red Cross, Human Rights Watch wastes of space: not only did you not do your jobs, and get in the way of peace, you have shown yourselves to be without purpose. Don’t worry, we’re going to get to the bottom of it. That’s what we do. In the meantime, there’s always OnlyFans. And let’s figure out what to do with the celebrities who will have to wear something other than a terror rag on a red carpet. They might have to return to actually making stuff that is successful - on its own merit. Art, and that kind of thing. Not to mention, they will have to finally locate a personality. A lot of people we know backed the wrong horse. Jews are not the best __ at forgetting history. We kind of make scrolls recording it, name festivals after it, invent special culinary dishes for it, write songs that we then sing for thousands of years about it… Forgetting is not our forte. It is time now to see with wide open eyes and perked-up ears exactly what the Free Palestine movement was about; a movement that is oppositional to Trump’s 20-point peace plan that will – if all goes well – lead to self-determination for the Palestinian people, just without Hamas. I know: bummer. See “Free Palestine” was part of the October 7 massacre. A ready-to-go PR takeover that abused our university campuses, raided our streets, and infected our youth. It emerged as the October 7 massacre was still ongoing, as the IDF was still contending with 6,000 Hamas terrorists in the Gaza envelope. It was intended to distract people from the actual genocide, and begin the craze of shouting about a perceived “genocide” that was never going to happen. On October 7, slogans, placards, verbiage, branding was already prepared. Campaigning against genocide in Gaza began _tout de suite_. It was three weeks before the IDF went into Gaza to a/ demilitarize Gaza and b/ find and rescue the hostages. The West was waterboarded with the idea that a Gaza genocide was ongoing, before there even was a military operation to speak of. If the IDF wanted to genocide Gaza, it would have happened in a matter of days after October 7. Kaboom. Instead, it took two years for the IDF to contend with a terrorist militia that had embedded itself in Gaza for 19 years; an urban war that made Stalingrad look like Disney’s teacup ride. The PR was part of Hamas’s goal. It was intended to radicalize minds, overwhelm media, and foment hatred; for Israel, for Jews, for Christians, for Western ideas and values. To collapse Western societies from within. They screamed “Free Palestine” while the Muslim Brotherhood wrapped a noose around the West’s neck called “Islamophobia” and suppressed any resistance to Sharia and the laws of Islam. It worked. Europe is losing a war that Israel has now survived. Last week, I reported about the Manchester terror attack in England. Another female survivor of the Manchester synagogue terrorist, who was out on bail for rape, came forward today. She told the _Manchester Evening News _that Jihad Al-Shamie had multiple wives and forced her into an Islamic ceremony. She was subjected to psychological and sexual abuse, including rape. But the domestic violence advocates and the orgs who speak out against sexual assault in the UK ignore the story. They are in the same place that “feminists” all over the West were in on October 7 after hundreds of Israeli women were raped, gang raped and mutilated – nowhere. Already blind. Already gagged. Waiting for their own October 7. Without safe rooms. Without protocols. Without a police force that protects them. They have been subjected every day to the distraction of Gaza, to drum up suicidal empathy for a culture they don’t understand. There’s a war much closer to home in Ukraine and yet there is barely anywhere near as much coverage. Hamas is not just a militia in Gaza; but a militia of the Islamic Republic in Iran, who have worked with Qatar to invest billions into a perceived grassroots campaign for resistance, and freedom. Big romantic words that disguise what and who the victor will be. (Do I have to spell it out?) And Gaza has been the pawn by which to infuriate Westerners to hate - not just Jews - but themselves; to apologize and assuage their guilt by prioritizing “multiculturalism”. The biggest tell was yesterday, on the anniversary of October 7, they deny any commemoration or pause for a real genocide in Israel by ushering in a celebration of martyrdom, with university walk-outs across the West and pious chaos. It’s a DARVO dream. Every moment the West doesn’t speak up, it is becoming suppressed. You don’t see it? Of course you do. If you had more empathy for the marchers yesterday than for the Jewish people, splash your face with cold water. In what kind of genocide do the victims stall agreeing to its end. “ _Oh how about I get back to you end of play, Wednesday? ” _said no genocide victim ever. Except Hamas and the Gazans. Who - turns out - got back to us by end of play Wednesday. It took a week. And it took an American patriot - President Donald Trump - to resist. To plot to free Palestine from Hamas. To work towards isolating the Iranian regime. To those who still insist that they don’t share values with those who voted for Trump: are you sure? You weren’t silly enough to think Trump posed a bigger threat to your rights than the Western elected officials who have been leading their countries blindly into an uber-tolerant but self-immolating totalitarian abyss, did you? How is it being gay under Sharia Law? Are you ready to tell your friends that they look hot in a burka today? Rub your eyes. Check your prescription. Yesterday I tweeted: > Thank you to every non-Jew who didn’t throw their Jewish friends and family under the bus to look good for rapists and murderers. I know it was hard. I received 10,000 responses of support. Apparently it was not hard at all for good decent people with integrity. It’s never too late to stand corrected. If your brain is coming online. If your heart feels a little uneasy. If your soul has been carrying a heavy burden. Make amends. Don’t lie down with evil. Come back to the light. The masses are resistant to change and people like us - truth tellers, prophets, oracles, temperature-takers, whatever you want to call us – have had to endure a maelstrom of lies, hatred and social ostracization for pushing change. Now change is here. And if you still think progressives are about progress, you didn’t learn a thing. The lengths people have gone to barricade us from their worlds while the wolf of Islamic Jihad has been at their door, is astonishing. Impressive. It cost us dearly. As history is around the corner for potential Middle East peace in our time, they must own the path they took. One day their children will ask which side they took in the war for humanity. Subscribe now P.S. According to WikiLeaks who are perpetually obsessed with Israeli war crimes and the Israel lobby taking over the world, we have all made $7,000 per social media post over the last two years. I’ve posted in the region of 20-30 times per day across platforms, fighting the battle of disinformation. I can confirm that I have not received a penny from Israel. Let the record state: nobody would have to pay me a dime to advocate for the Jews or Israel. It was, is and will forever be the right thing to do.

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I don’t feel like I am allowed to cry. But I can’t help it. I remember the sunset on October 6, 2023. It was a peaceful night. I was alone and I went for a hike. I felt an ease. I came home and sat on the couch, and then while I was sitting on the couch, in the same position, unmoved, events began unfolding with incremental videos and tweets and images of sheer horror and the room didn’t change, the couch felt the same, but the invisible thread that held our whole world order snapped, and all the compartments of our lives tumbled, and there was a white noise in the otherwise still and silent room, and that white noise grew louder and more deafening, and I could no longer hear anything else. It was as if a million atoms exploded, and I didn’t know how to put the universe back together again. I am sitting on the same couch now, in the same spot, with the same stillness and the white noise remains. I am almost envious of those who can’t hear it. But I’m not sure the bliss of ignorance is the best option these days. Today I have approached with dread the second anniversary of the 10/7 massacre. I could not find a single word or a complete sentence that could hold the magnitude of every feeling, nor the scope of those feelings. There was a before and we live in the after. I’m used to it here, but I don’t like it. Gone are both the people I knew before October 7, and gone is the person I was. I can’t even remember a time before all this. My memory is just this, it seems. A rusty burned table in the middle of a blown-out room with a low-hanging light fixture swaying over the table in the wind, due to the exposure from the collapsed walls turned to rubble beneath my feet. On the table, charred knives and forks, the color of clay. And an ashtray with cigarettes that were somehow intact, next to an identifiable Lurpak packet. The butter inside had melted. The kitchen chairs were wonky. The house eviscerated. I wondered who sat at that table that October 7 morning. What were they about to have for breakfast that could be made more delicious with Lurpak? Would they smoke the cigarettes before or after coffee? “We are standing in the Holocaust,” said Guy. Guy Nattiv is a film director. He was there with me, in Kibbutz Be’eri two months after October 7. He kept saying it over and over. “It’s the Holocaust.” His head in his hands. I’d look at his eyes and his mouth agape as we went around all the massacre sites, and I felt my eyes and my mouth were likely doing the same thing as his. He was correct. We were in the Holocaust. It had flown out from behind the museum displays. It had become real again. We were standing in it on a December morning in 2023, 80 years almost since the Holocaust in the Jewish land of Israel; the land of promise for those who survived. The Holocaust. The destruction of the Jew. A kitchen decimated. The cornerstone of a family. The most intimate wreckage. The erasure of innocence. The dismantling of our homes. House after house. Street after street. Village after village. Kibbutz after kibbutz. A systematic, excessive hunt for Jewish people. There is a display in the Holocaust museum of Yad Vashem in Jerusalem of civic life in Europe before the Nazis came to power. A picture of Jewish boys in an athletics team in their uniform, who later succumbed to the camps. The same picture hangs in the still standing community welcome center of Kibbutz Be’eri. The faces are slightly different, but the uniforms mostly the same, and it’s in color. I thought, I wonder if all those boys survived October 7. I know what October 7 was. That’s not the problem. The problem is that so many of our neighbors do not. The beast was asleep, and it has stirred from its 80 year slumber. Tomorrow the people of the West will celebrate October 7; the largest massacre of Jews since the Holocaust. The only reason it did not go further in the land of Israel itself is because there the Jews have an army, and for two years that army is working to ensure that there will never be another October 7. But what of the rest of the West? Why is it not also securing its future against an October 7? Do they think they’re special? That these Nazis will spare them? It’s curious to me how nobody admits that the West has been bought by the same Islamism that violated the south of Israel one morning two years ago today. Some do know that it’s happened but they won’t say it. To say it is to risk one’s life. Doesn’t that sound a little worrisome? The people attending the below events commemorating the “martyrs” of October 7 are off to celebrate the militants who desecrated innocent civilians to such a degree that for weeks after October 7 the Israeli authorities were still searching for nails, teeth and bits of bone to identify the victims. These people are not protesting a “genocide”, they are advocating for the one that already happened. Six million was not enough for the Free Palestine maggots. To think this is about politics is to make a critical error for your future. This is not about politics at all. This is about survival. October 7 has transformed every single thing for me. The unthinkable horrors of the day were compounded by the urgent battleground that emerged with the shock of the world’s celebratory, gaslighting response. Which was then brutally elongated by the taunting, betraying and backstabbing of the people who ultimately failed to rise to the occasion. The never-ending acts of attention-seeking from the self-aggrandizing celebrities and intersectional Instagram activists have become nauseating, tedious and exhausting. To summarize what all of it has taught me is impossible. I can say that it’s revealed to me what true humanitarian advocacy is. It reaffirmed to me that the truth is wildly unpopular and that the people left standing next to us are the ones who value life, who value love, and who value the clearest kind of integrity and honesty – the type that can and does save people – more than they value the shallow facade of performance. October 7 was the test. What remains is what is real. I am sorry that we are in this new world. I wish we were not. Most of all, I wish for the 48 hostages for whom October 7 has truly never relented to be free from captivity, if not today, tomorrow, or the next day. Now. Today, please join me in sending all of our light and strength to the families of fallen IDF soldiers, to the families of the hostages still in Gaza, to the released hostages, to the memories of the victims, and most of all to the survivors of the massacre who carry a trauma we do not carry. I want to acknowledge people who have wielded a superhuman strength in the day and weeks and months and - yes - years since, including a survivor who I love dearly, my friend Noam Ben David. We met in December 2023. As soon as Noam could walk again she traveled across Europe and America, including this Spring to spread the truth. These special souls are heroes who have never given up in the darkness. The list of people I could thank for their unparalleled bravery is far too long, but I will mention some for being guiding lights, and giants of thinking. They include Hillel Neuer, Natasha Hausdorff, Brendan O’Neill, David Collier, Lee Kern, Elica Le Bon, Douglas Murray, Remington Franklin, and my oldest friend, Ben M Freeman. “In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.” The most popular line from Anne Frank’s diary. The line that the non-Jewish world popularized to let itself off the hook for the shame it carried for what it did to the Jewish people not even 100 years ago. If she hadn’t died of typhus at the age of 15 in Bergen-Belsen, I do wonder if young Anne would stand by those words now. _Please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year and support my voice._ Subscribe now

In the last ten years I have learned that the two major things people care about the least are: Jew hatred, and domestic violence. I have a theory about what the two share in common: Jew hatred and domestic violence are ugly truths about what lies beneath a utopian veneer. When you peel back the curtain on the nice notion, whether that’s “multiculturalism” or “marital bliss”, you find something that tarnishes your ideal. We can’t look. If we do, we might discover that the dream is sometimes a nightmare. The man who murdered two Jews outside a Manchester synagogue on Yom Kippur this year had a name, and his name was Jihad. Jihad Al-Shamie. (I am going to break house style in this essay and refer to this assailant by his first name instead of his surname to drive a point home). Jihad was an asylum seeker, 36, and born in Syria. Jihad’s father is a surgeon and an antisemite who posted his support for the October 7 massacre on his social media after years of antisemitic Hitler-praising Facebook posts. Today, the _Manchester Evening News_ and the _Daily Star_ reported that not only was Jihad on bail for rape, he was a violent domestic abuser. And yet, despite all this it was not immediately apparent to the media what the obvious motivation was for Jihad’s attack (spoiler alert: it was in the name). Where art thou, Sherlock Holmes. It is obvious to us, Jews. We are prepared. That it is not obvious to non-Jews and the media is their problem as much as it is ours. At least we have trained our own people for decades in security protocols. At least we have guards and gates at our schools, our places of worship, our community centers. At least we have one of the most capable armies in the IDF and an intelligence service in the Mossad that is world-beating. That is for a reason. A reason the West will find out. We are ready. They are anything but. They’re fucked. When I inevitably return to visit the UK, I could be jailed for this Substack post, and my tweets promoting it (my offense would be incitement to Islamophobia). And yet, Jihad was a sex offender and free to roam around Heaton Park, get in his car, ram it into a synagogue, then get out of the car and begin stabbing as many Jews as possible. Two men, Adrian Daulby, 55, and Melvin Cravitz, 66, died. It gets worse; the latter reportedly was killed by shots fired by police trying to take out the terrorist. Due to the preparedness of Jews in minimizing the damage from the Jihad attacks that we live in anticipation of every day, the Rabbi of the congregation courageously sprang to action, barricading the building, knowing exactly what to do, and preventing the Jihadist named Jihad from stabbing any further congregants. An unnamed woman, who left the country after a four-month relationship with Jihad, spoke to the media today. She was 18 when they began their relationship, via a Muslim dating app. Jihad lied about his age, claiming to be only six years older than her. He was in his mid-thirties. Jihad also had children, which he lied about. Jihad struck her numerous times. Jihad stalked her after she broke up with him due to his attempts to impose extremist ways of living on her. She revealed Jihad concealed his identity to groom much younger women; that he confessed to having “rape fantasies”. Turns out they weren’t mere fantasies. Jihad was on bail for raping a different woman. As I said before, nobody cares about domestic violence, or about Jew hatred. As we know too, post October 7, the “feminists” don’t care about rape, unless it fits their political agenda or personal brand. If it doesn’t allow for an opportunity for self-promotion, they don’t care about violence against women and girls at all. But they should. As I have argued for years, where you find a misogynist, or a rapist, or an abuser, you also find a Jew hater, and a racist. You will find all of those things in Jihad. It’s time to be very honest about what the issue is here. Meet your neighbor, Jihad. At this juncture I would like to address the throat-clearing Jews of our mainstream media in the UK: please do tell people how horrifying the Manchester attack is and how personally heartbreaking it is but do not under any circumstances forego telling the people why it is happening. If you don’t say the why then it will keep happening. Jihadists have permission to kill Jews. They believe the country supports their actions. Call it out. Or they will continue to assume they have permission to act and their actions will not stop at Jews. It is not the Jihadists who are being told to stay inside so the rest of us can be safe. No. British Jews are told to stay indoors and not gather in groups while terrorist-loving “human rights” advocates take to the streets waving Palestinian flags, demanding a globalized intifada. The police are not maintaining the law with their presence at these marches. Instead, they are maintaining order, by capitulating to terrorists. These tone deaf, deplorable and downright abusive displays began immediately as the murders took place in Manchester, displaying just how lacking in civility, humanity and common decency these so-called free speech advocates are. Shameless. Yet not blameless. Marching because Greta Thunberg’s luxury dinghy boats were seized by the IDF. Performative activism for performing monkeys. If they wanted to Free Palestine they would march to demand Hamas accept the peace deal of a lifetime. But they don’t want peace, do they? They want anarchy. Total chaos. Thunberg’s flotilla was partially funded by Hamas, reports have revealed. These marches are also funded by Hamas and Qatar lobbies. Why doesn’t it matter to Britons who pays for the marches they attend? It should matter. Would you still be arguing that you’re attending a “peaceful protest” if you found out it was funded by Islamic Jihad? What does the concept of free speech mean to you? Following the orders of Islamic fundamentalists? Come on already. You’re marching for Nazis. The victim blaming came next by the usual suspects, who claimed this was all Israel’s fault, and not theirs, for promoting rampant Jew hatred with every tweet, frothing with bilious contempt for us for two whole years, day in day out. Grotesque: Imagine if Proud Boys were allowed to take to the streets en masse with pitchforks after George Floyd. Instead everyone sat in shock and posted black squares in solidarity. This is a derangement that has been protected by the British government and its police forces. These lawyers and police forces are not protecting the constitution. They are protecting the perpetrator. Antisemitism - or Jew hatred - has become the religion of the British left. They blindly believe that you can be a friend to the Jews, but only on one condition: don’t dare take away their right to Free Palestine. They don’t understand that the two can’t coexist. Free Palestine is not a peace movement. Antizionism is a movement to dismantle the Jewish state and eradicate every Jew living in Israel. It is not what any British Jew of sound mind would want, and if you’re a British non-Jew you would be off your trolley to eradicate the one state in the Middle East that is safeguarding your security. If you want to criticize Israel’s economic policy, their housing policies, their education programs etc, by all means, but that isn’t what the British left are doing. They want to prevent Israel from defending its borders against Jihad, and they justify this by ushering in two years worth of disinformation, media bias, and “genocide” porn. They have subjected Britain to an avalanche of disinformation that can carry their inherent disgruntlement for Israel’s strength and defiance in not cowering to Jihad. But while they’re obsessing over appearing politically correct about a country over _there_ , look where it is leading them in the country they reside in. Jihadists are showing you exactly what they want by abusing the free speech rights you are protecting for them (but not for us). At what cost? It is two years past the point of inflection: October 8, 2023. That day - and every day since - was an opportunity for a day of reckoning. Instead, the globalization of the Intifada has been encouraged without a moment’s break, and legally protected by the government and the police. The definition of Intifada is not a romantic idea about struggle and uprising; it is sanctioned violence by religious ideology, and it looks like murdering Jews on our holiest day. Everything shifted for me this last Thursday after the Heaton Park Manchester attack. It shifted because I realized how deeply buried in the psyche people are; so buried that they don’t see Nuremberg-style laws suggested for Jews (stay at home, don’t gather in groups) and wonder if they’ve ushered in the Nazi state they once defeated. Britain, your “tolerant” society has never been weaker. I am perpetually afraid for Jews. They murdered six millions of us last century but somehow we’re still here. For me, I have a spiritual confidence that the Jewish people will endure. What concerns me is that non-Jewish people are so gaslit and so committed to _tolerance_ that they can no longer perceive a legitimate threat to their _own_ security and protection. The “peaceful” protests that have taken place on the streets of Britain and the rest of the West began on October 8, 2023, while the massacre was still taking place in Israel. It was weeks before the Gaza war began. That should raise your heckles. There is no threat here to free speech or human rights. Greta Thunberg didn’t have any just cause. There was no aid on her luxury yachts. There were used condom wrappers and margarita-making machines and drum circles. You have all been scammed. I don’t know what other words I have to help you see it. Decolonize her for the love of god, by sending her home for good. Greta is a PR stunt. The marches are a PR stunt. The recognition of a Palestinian state is a PR stunt. It is a PR stunt. Read about what led to the 1979 revolution in Iran. It should alarm you. If you haven’t yet heard of it, look up the Red-Green alliance. What we are dealing with is worse than Nazism because the threat is a _global_ ideology that has wrapped itself like cling film around the lifeblood of liberals and humanitarians: globalism. Like cling film it is see-through and keeps out any external influence, or air. Lefitsts want to globalize rights. Islamic Jihad wants a caliphate and have managed to convince the liberals that they share a common goal, which could not be farther from the truth. The idea of civilization itself has been turned on its head by anti-establishment, anti-capitalist, anti-patriarchy, anti-religious “humanists”, who have no idea what they’re leading people to. Directly into the mouths of the Devil. Jihad isn’t stopping at Jews. We’re first. We are prepared. Gentiles are not. After the Manchester attack, the Home Secretary said the government would do “whatever is required to keep our Jewish community safe.” Yet said Home Secretary, Shabana Mahmood, has been a Free Palestine proponent for decades, and even supported the banning of Israeli products from supermarket chains in the mid 2010s. Which by the way led me to leave the UK for good. Ms Mahmood, what are you prepared to do? Are you going to stop the immigration of men like Jihad? Are you going to close down hate marches for Palestine? Are you going to take back the recognition of a fictitious state of Palestine as a reward to the terrorist group Hamas, and instead encourage Hamas to accept Trump’s 20-point peace proposal? The most tolerant societies are the most endangered. If you’re surrounded by people who you have to have a five minute questionnaire with about gender pronouns, sexual preferences, native land and biodegradable cutlery before beginning to have dinner then you’re in trouble. There were more non-Jewish people from the UK on my Instagram feed yesterday aghast that trans lives were “at risk” because the Hampstead Heath women’s pond wants to return to being solely for uh women, than there were any saying a single word about Jews being murdered in broad daylight by homegrown Jihadists who will grant themselves permission shortly to do the same to them. There are some non-Jews who see it, mainly because they are at the forefront of fighting another culture war. The one to protect women. If you’re a gender critical voice you know that trans ideology has not only normalized lying, it has made it socially acceptable – and attempted to make it legally enforceable. Trans activists can change the facts about their identity at whim and people must comply. It figures that some who fight that culture war can also recognize that after Israel was established, there were certain Arabs who _“ self-ID’d”_, if you like, as “Palestinians” post 1948 under the influence of PLO leader Yasser Arafat, and that they have lied for years in order to remove Israel from the map and claim it as their _own_ homeland. The Nakba is a propagandist lie. Every war Israel has fought has been in defense of her security against insurgents. There’s a clear alliance between trans ideologues and pro Pals: a false claim to victimhood and enforced compliance via manipulation and lying. October 7 was the tinderbox moment. If you don’t yet see that it wasn’t just about Jews, you are losing time. Yesterday, _Talk TV ’s_ Julia Hartley-Brewer asked a very important question on her X account. > _What can we do? What can ordinary British people - in particular non-Jews like me - do to stop this hateful anti-semitic stain on our country? It ’s not enough to post tweets or donate to security for synagogues. How do we show not just our support for our fellow Jewish citizens but also our refusal to tolerate the anti-semites on our streets? All ideas welcome. Staying silent and doing nothing just aren’t options anymore._ I responded: By treating it like it’s everyone’s problem, not just the Jewish people’s problem. Jews don’t cause antisemitism. Non-Jews do. Thank you for everything you do, Julia. British Jews are not a threat. We don’t blow up the Tube or TFL buses. We don’t kill children at Ariana Grande concerts. We don’t turn Christmas markets into bloodbaths. Every Shabbat service in every Jewish synagogue throughout the country contains a prayer for the British royal family, and every one of our buildings carries a Union Jack. When we are kids we are taught that we should consider ourselves not Jewish Brits, but British Jews. Yet there is nothing British about Jihad and Free Palestine. It is not an ideology of peace. As I said above: there’s a peace deal on the table. They will never march for Hamas to take it. They march for one thing only: war. _Please subscribe for $10/month or $100/year to support my voice._ Subscribe now

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For a week I have wondered, often head in hands, about how the Jew will survive. On Friday, I went on my news feed, which I stream on X and Instagram, like most people with an iPhone. I watched Benjamin “Bibi” Netanyanhu, no middle name – like many Jews – enter the gladiatorial arena of the United Nations in New York City. As he approached the podium, swathes of assailants - so-called diplomats - got up. Not to applaud him, but to scuttle out, clipboards in hand, heads bowed, leaving their posts in a performative walkout. How they call themselves diplomats is beyond me. These same performers were probably behind the malfunctioning escalator that left the United States President and the First Lady stranded mid-ascent as Trump came to deliver his address to the United Nations on the first day of Rosh Hashanah, speaking for Jews around the world while we observed our high holy day last Tuesday. Imagine that. Trump’s teleprompter was also hijacked by the clowns, as it suddenly stopped working when he took to the podium. It’s embarrassing. Elementary school pranks. Incredibly, however, we saw a sign of optimism when President Prabowo Subianto of Indonesia – the largest Muslim-majority country – spoke on the necessity of ensuring security for Israel to achieve real peace. He ended his speech with one word: “Shalom.” It indicated that something was on the horizon. When Bibi walked out there later on in the week, he spoke to many empty seats, but the Mossad had cleverly secured that his words were broadcast to every cell phone in Gaza. During the high holy days - the Days of Awe - between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, Bibi came to address a hall of Jew haters in an institution that rewards Jew haters, and punishes Israel disproportionately - to say the least. See below: Bibi brought props. Whatever you think of Bibi’s politics, he is the Jewish leader of the Jewish state, and on that stage he speaks for us all. He is a tremendous communicator; a fact his deepest critics cannot deny. The non-entities from regressing countries such as the UK, France, Ireland and Spain who walked out should have stayed for a lesson in deploying facts. Spain’s corrupt leader Pedro Sanchez sent a naval ship to join Greta Thunberg’s flotilla last week. A naval ship? I don’t know about naval matters. But doesn’t that sound a little close to declaring war on Israel? When Portugal announced its recognition of the state of Palestine, it used the flag of Yemen. The European states have become so drunk on Israel hatred, they have lost their minds. In Madrid, these leaflets are being posted through Jewish doors. “Jewish rats!” Suddenly the Inquisition does not seem like the distant past… The European nations have declared their recognition of a state of Palestine, to allegedly promote a “two state solution”. When they walked out of Bibi’s address, they revealed their true intentions: they only believe in one state, from the river to the sea. A position also revealed by their decisions to start changing the official addresses of their consulate buildings to “Palestine”. The British Consulate General has since removed the part of their website that I screenshot and posted online everywhere. I assume that it does breach some consulate rules to mark your official address in a fictitious country instead of the recognized state in which you actually reside. All these states should have their consulate buildings moved to Ramallah if he/she/they/them want to experience life in the Palestinian territories. Dare ya. The irony is that it’s Palestinianism that is true colonialism, helped now in excess by the Western European countries most responsible historically for colonizing the rest of the globe. It’s funny when it’s not hair-splitting. Back to the UN. As the ambulating conscientious objectors watched on a TV feed in another room, Bibi made it clear where the friend is and where the enemy resides, as he asked some questions. Including: _Who has murdered Americans and Europeans in cold blood? A/ Al Qaeda B/ Hamas C/ Hezbollah D/ Iran E/ All the above_ He reminded all present the efforts Israel has gone to in the last two years to help mitigate E/ All the above - without the UK, Ireland, France or Spain’s assistance, of course. Since October 7, Israel and America has made a large dent in this problem. Despite the civilians of these countries waving terrorism flags weekend after weekend, showering their attackers with support. Israel and America have fought them with fangs and claws. Half of the Houthis in Yemen are gone. Yahya Sinwar in Gaza is gone. Hasan Nasrallah in Lebanon is gone. Assad in Syria is gone. Militias in Iraq if they were to dare to attack Israel would be gone. Iran’s top military commanders and nuclear scientists are also gone. Dirty work, done. As I watched Bibi address a hostile United Nations with words of defiance, of resilience, of survival, of truth, I cried. I think they were tears of gratitude, of empathy, of recognition, of understanding. I cried catharsis. I was both encouraged by his leadership and dismayed by the unwillingness of other representatives to even be present for his words. I was afraid of the normalization of declaring the Jew guilty of the crime before hearing what the Jew has to say. To the Jews, if your position is to think this man is our enemy, I pity you, because regardless of politics, on the world stage he takes no prisoners. That is the bite that the Jewish people need in this hour of abandonment. How many people have abandoned you while lying to all and sundry about who you are? I have a long list. When Bibi stood up, I felt I understood him. I went into the weekend asking myself: how will the Jew survive? Six million Jews were murdered last century. Just for being Jews. I keep bleating the same words: I am not special. I’m a Jew and I spoke out. That’s it. After six million were murdered, shouldn’t all 15 million of us be speaking out? How are we not on the same page here? Screaming the same cry? I am no Joan of Arc. I did not anticipate the loved ones who walked out on me because I am a Jew. They claimed to love Jews. They promised they wouldn’t walk, but they did. It is an existential crisis. What is happening. Six million of us were slaughtered. 1,200 of us were massacred on October 7. We are fighting for our one nation’s survival against a terror network that wants to wipe all of us from Earth. All of us, _and_ all of them. We are their greatest friends. Not Palestine. I look at Bibi and I think: it doesn’t matter how well I communicate or what I say or how brazenly I act to protect others, people are not listening. It does not matter how good we are, they will demonize us to banish us. Bibi is a Jew who speaks out. None of this is normal. Or is it? Is this what the Jew has always survived? Are we cursed to repeat this cycle until the sun sets on human civilization? It is almost two years since October 7, and the Jews of the West have contended with being removed from public life. If you have been quizzically wondering how the people you knew could so cruelly discard you, this is not just explicable by group-think or cult-dom. There is something acutely more sinister going on. The West is spiritually sick. We see it in the jubilation following the murder of Charlie Kirk. We see it every time a church is set on fire. Or a synagogue gunned down. Met with silence. It is open season on Jews, Christians and Catholics. Our societies are mirroring the lowest society with a popular public platform: the society of Gaza, ruled by the terror party Hamas. Not everyone in Gaza is blinded by martyrdom. Many men, women and children work for Hamas because it’s the source of power, money, and upwards social mobility. Working for Hamas is the best way to earn. If it means invading thy neighbors, murdering, raping, stealing and kidnapping, then that is a job as well as a cause. The people of Gaza believe that the Jews and Israelis want to murder them. Which is a lie. They believe this is true of the West, too. Since the war’s spotlight, the same submissive behaviors have been adopted by Westerners who have capitulated to Hamas, and are mirroring the behavior of Gazans. No, they are not picking up Kalashnikovs and invading the homes of their neighbors (or are they?), but they are normalizing the erasure of Jews (and those fighting for Western values) from public life, unless said Jew walks the plank of denouncing our identity, nation and people; willing all of our deaths by sporting “antizionism”. Non-Jews are mirroring the Gazans by understanding the power, money and social mobility that comes from promoting the Hamas cause: by flying Palestinian flags from their buildings, by wearing red hand pins down red carpets, by signing petitions to boycott Israeli and Jewish businesses, etc. Similarly to the Gazans, they shroud their actions in virtue, in struggle, in “Jihad”, by libeling their Jewish targets as deserving of their erasure, their public death, their discard. The Jew becomes the deserving outcast, and the “oppressed” becomes the “oppressor”, newly popular, with novel opportunities and increased revenue. Temporarily. It won’t last. I don’t believe so. I hope not. Western societies are not built to function like Gaza, or Tehran, where people are regularly executed by being hanged from cranes, for not covering their hair, for being homosexual, for not praising Allah, the list goes on. Mirroring the behavior of the Gazans will not save Westerners from the potential future in which they meet Islamic Jihad face-to-face and have to engage in an existential fight of their own. It may take them until that moment to know that the entire time they focused on the evil of Israel, the Jews and our conservative allies, they were trying to erode the one society in the Middle East that was vying to safeguard civilization for the rest of the West, instead of facing down our common enemy. Again, how will the Jew survive? Today, we have some answers to that question. It began this morning with a bizarre update that Bibi had spoken to Qatar and apologized for the Doha airstrike, and all I could think of was: is this the concession we must make to finally get the 48 hostages home, and end the war? Is this the performative diplomacy? Perhaps Bibi took the act of forgiveness too far this holiday season! And then the press conference came. Whether or not it will be historic will depend upon Hamas’s response. Together with Bibi, President Trump delivered his 20-point peace proposal for Israel and Hamas, aimed to end the war in Gaza. Already there exist scathing op-eds about how atrocious the deal is. To me, this is the best the deal could possibly be. Trump put forward a regional peace vision, supported by Arab states, that does not include the creation of a Palestinian state. Suddenly the United Nations and the Western democracies look like the dinosaurs they are. And Trump looks like the pioneer. Optics of course, but nevertheless in a war of optics, of PR, it matters. To summarize the deal: Trump has given Hamas no more than 72 hours to return the 48 remaining hostages. Gaza will be demilitarized and de-radicalized. Gaza will no longer be ruled by Hamas or the PA and will be re-developed with the economic aid of America. The war will end immediately and the IDF will withdraw. Israel will release 250 life sentence prisoners and 1,700 Gazans detained after October 7. Gaza will receive all the resources it needs to be fully functional once more. Instead of a Hamas government, there will be an apolitical committee called the “Board of Peace” led by Trump and other heads of state, including former Prime Minister of the UK, Tony Blair. There will be no forced relocations of people from Gaza, and Gaza will not be occupied, nor annexed, by Israel. The question of Palestinian self-determination is credible and possible as a future result of satisfying the points of this deal. To the Free Palestine brigade, who are already protesting this deal: your fake genocide is ending. It is time to buy a new scarf. Perhaps a nice Burberry? Oh wait, you’ll need to get a job first before you can afford that. As Mossab Hassan Yousef said: “Driven by misery, they seek revolution; through revolution, they are led back to misery.” France has already surrendered to Trump’s plan. Most likely because Emmanuel Macron does not want to be caught walking the streets of New York City again next time he wants to show up at the United Nations. Last week I read both Yossi Cohen’s book on his time as Director of the Mossad (“The Sword Of Freedom”) and the forthcoming book “Hostage” by Eli Sharabi. Both these tales confronted me with a potential answer to my question: how will the Jew survive. Well, the Jew who has a “why” can contend with any “how”, as Nietzsche once wrote. Hersh Goldberg-Polin told Sharabi that in the tunnels of Gaza. Sharabi lived to tell the tale. Hersh did not. Ahead of Yom Kippur this Thursday, Jewish people around the world perform a ritual we call _Tashlich_. We throw crumbs into a sea or a river to signify casting off mistakes and acts of bad faith from the year before. Some believe we also cast off grudges. To those who have wronged me this year, I release you. The pain is no longer my burden. To abandon my advocacy would be to abandon myself. To all those who had to abandon me, I forgive you. I humbly accept that I am not always right. But as regards the Jewish people, I am certain of what I know. To those I have hurt in speaking so loudly, so honestly, so intimately and so without apology, I am sorry. And I hope that as time unfolds, it will be revealed why it has been so necessary. Something difficult to convey to others is how Jewish people are prepared to sacrifice everything we have to ensure the security of our people and our nation. It’s woven into our history. That was demonstrated on and since October 7 when Jews all over Israel regardless of their levels of religiosity, their culture or their politics, sprang into action to save the lives of their fellow Jews against Hamas who would destroy everything in sight. It’s extraordinary. It’s how we have survived. To all those who still don’t understand why this war is happening and why it’s so important: we Jews hope you never do have to understand it. Because to understand it would be to share the experiences and atrocities our people have endured for millennia. This compulsion to do the right thing by our own people extends outwards in our assimilated lives. What we do for others is not always returned to us. We must make concessions. We must bargain away. We must deal with not always getting a good deal. We must always seek the best security we can for now, while reserving our energy and some supplies for later. We must be the bigger person. That’s how we roll. So how will the Jew survive? I think the answer is quite simple. By being Jewish. _Please subscribe for $10/month, or $100/year._ Subscribe now

Before we get to the year we are closing out, I have to report the latest just in. Jimmy Kimmel is returning to the air! To his own show! ABC have reversed their decision. Wow would you look at that? Commiserations to everyone who got excited that they were victims of their own fantasy Third Reich. Afraid not. You’ll have to resurrect Mussolini and vote him in for that. Never before now have I seen so much confirmation bias from never-Trumper media guzzlers desperate to prove that it’s happening - and by it, they mean the Holocaust, and they’re not talking about the 48 hostages remaining in Gaza. Oy. I realized why Kimmel is the hero now. All the opposition have is the same old jokes about Trump. They’ve done all they can to dehumanize him. It’s lost the election. It’s continuing to lose. It’s the only plan of attack. Bullying the President and then calling the President the bully. The jokes are tired. They’re not selling any more for the networks. Hollywood is losing its influence and its grip. Who is the narcissist so desperate to control the narrative here? So let me just say this to our Jews in Hollywood. The managers. The publicists. The agents. The bookers. The comedians. The writers. Etc. Find your _ruach_. That’s your inner being. I bid you all a pensive Rosh Hashanah, and I would like to give you something to chew over as we venture towards Yom Kippur. How dare you finally choose to speak out about a late night show host being suspended, opining about free speech, after spending the last 700+ days remaining completely silent as your talent, your products and your projects have waltzed down red carpets, signed petitions, jeopardized press campaigns and co-opted their acceptance speeches to promote Jew hatred, Islamism and Jihad. You haven't so much as worn a yellow pin for the hostages yourselves. You haven't said a word about Hamas, or the hostages. You haven't posted a thing about October 7. How dare you use this moment to perform for your perceived security in your job by jumping on a ridiculous bandwagon that Trump is a fascist dictator, when he is the same President who has set up a commission to watchdog antisemitism in this country, who has made it his mission to expel every pro terror puppet on a US college campus, who is motioning to finally ban the Muslim Brotherhood, and who has been critical in securing the release of Jewish and Israeli hostages in both Gaza and Iraq since the moment he stepped into office. You want to talk about fascism? Start with who is _preventing_ fascism from spreading Westward. Where has your voice been while we have been doing the work of making this world a safer place for you as Jewish people with rights. It’s cringe. I am cringing. You’re gonna cancel your Hulu subscription but you still pay for the _New York Times_? Do you know how badass the Jews who don’t capitulate are? You don’t look badass. You look like you’re begging for the crumbs of a bacon sandwich. Kimmel can go back to making his not-funny jokes on his show that everyone who was outraged will continue never to watch. I don't really care that comedians are sweating about making the same lame gag about the relationship our President has with self-tanner. Do you know how little free speech you would have if this country was ruled by the people in government who support Hamas? Anyway onto the real world. While you’re all reeling about authoritarianism in America, I’d just like to update you that over in the UK and Australia and Canada (and now France, who are fashionably late), the leadership have recognized a state of Palestine, rewarding terrorism and Jihadists with sovereignty. Where, we don’t know. Because borders and people are undefined. That didn’t matter to these leaders who prize terrorism over common sense. It is so not serious, and a stain on the histories of these Western nations, reverse-winding them at speed to days of true colonialism. But worse. This time there is no personal gain and a guarantee of this returning with a blast upon their own shores pretty soon. Pay for slay is now state sanctioned by these former bastions of Western progress. In the 1940s, Great Britain defeated Nazism. In the 2020s, Great Britain surrendered to it. Keir, Sir, do you know what we Jews did this year? We took out our enemies. You can tell yourself the Western Wall is in Palestine now, if it makes you feel better, but what we did was blow the nuts off every member of Hezbollah with a pager and then proceeded into Lebanon. We got Sinwar in Rafah in his armchair. We’ve been taking out every Jihad leadership command chain one after the other, so methodically they now have five guys named Mo running Hamas. We flew female pilots out to obliterate Iran’s air defense systems. There remains 48 hostages in Gaza, and yet we have to take stock of every hostage we have returned home, including Avera Mengistu who had been held in Gaza for almost a decade. Don’t fuck with our Western Wall. Starmer is very emblematic of his loser peers in human rights law, please don't forget. He is emblematic of the same non-entities who preach these highfalutin ideas about intersectionality and climate change and gender equality etc but when you peel back the slogans, there is nothing for them to hang their delulu elitist nonsense on. Palestinian statehood? Where? Run by who? For which people? With which borders? It doesn't matter. It sounds good. It makes us look good. Oh look at us, the best people ever. It’s like when they say “transwomen are women” and then have to quickly get the whiteout marker to erase the casework around women in prisons being attacked by “women” with penises. Galileo is thankful to be dead. There he is. Hamas’s little bitch. His address did remind of the hostage videos. The look in his eyes, however, was not one of hunger. But of treachery. He looked like a teenage boy appeasing the class bully and unsure as whether or not he’d pissed his pants while doing so. He had a look in his eyes of being desperate to check his trousers the second the broadcast was done. You don’t gain power by violence. It’s reprehensible and unforgivable for these leaders to signal to Hamas that they can. But hey, these are the morally bankrupt humanitarians of today. This weekend in America, there was another shooting outside a country club, and the shooter screamed Free Palestine before he fired. This move to recognize a state of Palestine does not Free Palestine. No, they have not just somehow come up with the magic solution that neither Israelis nor American diplomats haven’t been able to achieve in 80 years. "Free Palestine" is not about Palestinians or civilians in Gaza. "Free Palestine" is a call to violence. That's why the Palestinian leadership have never once accepted any offer of land by which to name a state. "Free Palestine" will never exist other than in the bullets and knives and bombs that carry its message. This move to recognize a state is but a self-congratulatory hallucination, paid for by Qatar. Who did they gift the State of Palestine to? Khalil Al-Hayya? Khaled Mashal? Zaher Jabarin? Muhammad Ishmael Darwish? Or perhaps President Macron himself will be the King of Palestine? How about Paloma Faith and her pals? Mind you, the wardrobe will need toned down slighty… Let’s briefly turn our attention to the UN, aka Useless Nitwits. The UN Security Council has deliberately scheduled an important briefing regarding the war in Gaza for Tuesday, as in tomorrow, as in the first day of Rosh Hashanah. The UN General Assembly will meet without Jews and Israelis. It’s like agreeing to a boxing match on the one day that the defending champion can’t show up, and going home with the medal. Could they be more pathetic? So speaking of this fake virtuous messaging - and of cancel culture - it was revealed this morning that Palestine fetishist Dua Lipa fired her Jewish agent – David Levy – over his signature on a letter to Glastonbury urging them to remove Kneecap from the lineup. Not because they support Palestinians but because they support the terrorist groups Hamas and Hezbollah. What can we learn from this story? For me the primary lesson is that if you are a Jew of principles, it’s no use deluding yourself that you can work quietly behind the scenes to change the Jew hatred in the entertainment industry. How a Jew could have remained on the team of an artist who has been so blatantly antisemitic for years, thinking they would be impervious to firing if they signed a letter to a festival that previously hosted their artist as the headliner the year before is rather naive. And now the example Dua Lipa has set under the guise of humanitarianism will be used by similar Jew-hating artists who want an excuse to fire or drop or unfollow the Jewish people on their teams and in their circles, while they too perform and pretend that it’s about a righteous stance that they are taking for Palestine. Sample Dua Lipa lyric: _“ If you wanna run away with me, I know a galaxy and I can take you for a ride.” _Maybe she knows where the State of Palestine is. David Levy, I am sorry this happened to you. I have made the mistake of assuming they wouldn’t do it to me but every single one of them did, even the ones I had a personal history with. And I am glad they did, because now I can stop explaining myself to them. I can stop defending myself to them as they force me to turn out my empty pockets. I can stop believing and deluding myself that they were really good deep down and would understand. I can stop wondering why they insisted so much that they _love Jews!_ Instead I can stand tall, alone, a Jew who won’t compromise. Except I’m not alone. I’m with all of you. Shana Tova everyone. This has been a year. And what I'm taking with me into the next one is that roots run deep, and so does loyalty – to myself, to my people, and to the age-old truth. Here’s to rebuilding as _Am Yisrael_ , one bold and honest step at a time. Subscribe now

Jules picks me up from Charlotte airport the other night – late. A genteel Black man in a flat cap, and a pressed shirt and tie, with a waistcoat, and we get to talking. We get along. He can't understand how a 24-year-old found such a cool suede jacket. Southern charm never fails. He talks non-stop all the way to my hotel, and starts sharing his thoughts about the internet, gossip… how it all happens out in the open. He speaks on how opinions about people can change in the blink of an eye. “You know Eve,” he says. “If they meet the Eve I have the pleasure of talking to tonight, they sure as hell gon' love you. But. BUT. One day you're gon' go on that thing [he means the Twitter app, I think] and you're gon' say that you saw a _Yew-Eff-Oh_ out here in Charlotte, and all-a-sudden people gon' think you crazy, Eve. They'll say – Eve lost her goddamn mind! And they ain't gon' trust you no mo', no ma’am.” He laughs so hard. I laugh. He's right. He doesn't know how right he is. He's telling the story of my life and he just met me. You know it's funny that Jules, who I never knew before this moment, and will likely never know again, mentioned all this, because aside from my impending speaking engagement in Charlotte, I was unable to focus on anything other than my incandescent eye-rolling fatigue over the way people have been talking about this Jimmy Kimmel thing. Fiasco. Drama. Calamity. Scandal. Outrage. Whatever. Rich people problems. Yeh I said it. Wow can't you take a joke? Listen. Who cares about late night television any more? Does anyone even watch Kimmel? 1.77 million viewers a night, apparently. I went to a recording there once. It was potentially the _least_ exciting day in my entire career. The place had the ambience of a graveyard. Over at James Corden at Television City, there was always chaos and excitement. But something about _Live! At Jimmy Kimmel_ has felt more like _Dying! At …_ for a long time. But who cares about my perspective or what I experienced, right? That's why we've cancelled me. As Kimmel was dwindling, Charlie Kirk was being born. Kirk was just getting started. Ooh that must hurt. Let me just preface a quick reminder about what it means to cancel someone. Let's use Jules' example. After George Floyd's murder, etc, I saw a UFO, and I told everyone I saw it. The UFO in question was a bunch of synagogues in the Pico area in Los Angeles that had been vandalized during race riots: “FUCK ISRAEL”. There we were. The Jews, aka the knee on the neck of America's marginalized, apparently. I saw this UFO and I was waving about saying – Hey everyone, do you see this? This isn't right? This seems like it's going to do some damage to us? Does anyone else see this? Guys, it's the BLM movement and it's here to abduct us, anyone? May Day! And as Jules so aptly stated, people thought I had lost my mind. People thought – What does she think she's doing stating the truth at this time? A man was just killed by state apparatus and she's talking about graffiti? Nah. We love graffiti. Graffiti is our freedom. We can graffiti whatever we want wherever we want. We are mad as hell. Fuck you, Eve. And FUCK ISRAEL. First Amendment, bitch. So then what happens? OK this is what happens when you get cancelled. * People go through your social media history, dig up and recontextualise old posts. * If they can't find the posts, they will use an application to create fake posts you never posted and disseminate those. [My version] * People you once worked with, or who you were friends with, or who you dated will make up lies about your character and spread them on- and offline to absolve themselves from blame and reputational damage when they stab you in the back. * Your story will be rewritten, your history erased and your successes distorted and used against you. Every good deed will become an act of bad faith. You weren't selfless, you were selfish. You weren't generous, you were manipulative. You were evil. You’re _bad_. Michael Jackson got nothing on you. * Your name will be mocked and ridiculed in pile-ons. You may trend internationally for weeks or months on end. You may be christened with a new hate name. Your life will never be the same again. * Your image will be meme'd and distorted to remind people every day that you are monstrous. Your facial features will become the obsession of your haters. They're very particular about eyebrows, I’ve discovered. * Your home address will be doxxed. People will stalk you in real life. Your locations will be the subject of Reddit threads. Your places of habit will be targeted. They will try to ban you from every establishment you frequent. It’s how unemployed people fill their days. Your security will be compromised. * None of this will ever be a just response to the speech you were alleged to have spoken but there will be no recourse for you to recover any of the damage this has caused to your career, your physical and mental health, and your personal safety. * The end. Oh shut up Eve, you're always the victim. Whore. Would you look at the size of that nose. Lying bitch. Slut. Scumbag shill. Zionist Nazi Braun faggot. Clown cunt. Why is your mouth still moving, Fartlow. Eve Fartlow. FARTLOWWWWWWW. That's what I see every day. My eyes see it but my brain doesn't register it any more. Don't be sorry for me. I'm not a victim. They don't weep for me. They were not outraged. They didn't care. They just watched. They are the left. They are registered Democrats. They are people whose religion is to despise Republicans. I see them on my feed, watching. Not liking. Not engaging. Just viewing. They must be enjoying themselves. They never reached out. None of them. Not a single publicist. Not a single comedian. Not a writer in sight. No, no. They were fine with it. They thought it was great for the democracy they love that must be led and controlled and dictated to by them, and them alone. They are the only ones allowed to make – and break – rules. They hate authoritarianism. Kirk deserved it. He was hateful. Hate speech is wrong. But JIMMY. Oh what are we ever to do about (one of the) Jimmy(s). How about this for an idea? Why don't we start making better choices? Maybe it wasn't the time to make a joke? Did we have to make a joke about a political assassination, Jimmy? Was that the right thing to do with your dying platform? Couldn't you have been the big man and spoken to the moment by bringing people together? Do you have that much contempt for half of your potential audience? Do you hate Republicans and conservatives so much that you would rather your show's ratings walked off into the abyss than said something that could unite the country in such a moment? Here's a thing: if you hate the leader of America so much, why not be a better leader than him? Did you want your show to fail that much based on your own… the word principles seems a stretch here… This is what Jimmy Kimmel said last Monday: > “We hit some new lows over the weekend with the MAGA gang desperately trying to characterize this kid who murdered Charlie Kirk as anything other than one of them, and doing everything they can to score political points from it. In between the finger-pointing, there was grieving.” I didn't laugh. I don't think anyone did. Does this stuff make money? That's an important question. I'm sure it's one that ABC asked itself on Tuesday morning. I deleted _so_ many tweets and Instagram posts in the last 72 hours, and I never delete posts. I was self-censoring. Not something I have been guilty of for quite some time. Here are all the things I deleted: 1/ The reason I haven't said anything about Jimmy Kimmel yet should be pretty obvious to most people. I am truly exasperated watching the cataclysm people are having over this after they have engaged in silencing every voice they disagree with for a decade. 2/ Kimmel should not have made such a statement of untruth on his massive show during a time of escalated political violence. It's obvious to anyone with braincells that he was trying to politicize Kirk's murder according to his own leftist worldview, which has been repeatedly apparent by his political jibes for years. Free speech etc. This was irresponsible at best. The freakout is happening because what Dems have done without any cost for a decade is destroy people whose speech they hate falsely claiming speech to be violence, and in every circumstance the speech was harmless. Kimmel's speech was harmful. That's the difference. 3/ When it comes to this, I will be the LAST person to engage in _schadenfreude_. This is not that. This is the result of normalizing silencing, which the left have done _ad nauseam_ , for years, and now they have less political power and it's coming back to them, so they're freaking out. They know how damaging it is. The wrecking ball of censorship swings both ways as does the pendulum of power. Idiots. 4/ When you normalize a lawless gavel to silence the speech of people who are saying things you find distasteful or badly timed, however wrong your judgment is, eventually there will come a moment when your political assailants will have the power to do the same to you. However wrong or right the Jimmy Kimmel scenario is, it's happening because it was normalized by the people who are angered by it. 5/ Anyway Jimmy Kimmel will be back in two months. Relax. 6/ Last week Charlie Kirk was murdered for his speech. The same people who celebrated and/or justified his murder with a “but… I didn't agree” are now claiming free speech is being destroyed because a late night host lied to the public about who murdered Kirk. This is DARVO. Kimmel has free speech. He can go anywhere to use it except for the place where he broke the rules. Kimmel is not the victim. Kirk remains the victim. The offender is the shooter who murdered Kirk. Everyone else is upholding the law. I was surprised to see _The Free Press_ join in, defining this as a moment of political coercion and “jawboning”. They appear to be free speech **absolutists**. I am not. I don’t agree with incitement to violence or hate speech. I don't believe in flying terrorist flags on our streets every weekend. I think that goes beyond things that can offend us. I think it's wrong to deceive the public with misinformation in the wake of political violence. Kirk's murder should have been a standstill watershed moment. Now we have far more people up in arms over the dismissal of a late night host than they were upset about the cessation of breath in the lungs of a true free speech advocate. Kirk was exemplary at entering challenging dialogue with his foes. Kimmel? Meh. I have spent the last week catching up on Kirk's work. Regrettably I wasn't following much of it before he was shot in the throat. He provided leadership, mentorship and understanding to Gen Z college kids. He heard their concerns and answered their confusions. He – dare I say it – provided a kind of parental guidance that perhaps was lacking. Why are they so mad that we're grieving? What offends them about the grief? Kimmel falsified facts by saying that Kirk's killer was MAGA. He spread misinformation. ABC is a private network. The First Amendment doesn't apply. I can't sue _GQ_ or Pitchfork or _New York Magazine_ or any publishing company that let me go after I tweeted my tweet in 2020. I never even entertained it. I understood that I still had a right to free speech and that I needed to seek commercial environments that would accept my voice, and I fought to rebuild my credibility and my audience. That's called being an adult. People could try it some time. The FCC threatened ABC if they didn't take action, and this _is_ where the First Amendment comes in, because the government cannot abuse their power in this way. Yet, did the government truly strong-arm the FCC or did the FCC act because it has a duty to uphold regulations? Here is some small print about the FCC. > “The FCC prohibits the broadcast of false information about a crime or a catastrophe if: the broadcaster knows the information is false. It is foreseeable that the broadcast will cause substantial public harm. The broadcast does, in fact, cause direct and actual harm, such as endangering public health and safety or diverting law enforcement.” OK so where does that leave us? I think it leaves us with… Sorry Jimmy. Rules are rules. What truly happened behind the scenes? We don't know. We do not yet have enough facts to determine why Kimmel was taken off air, which is why some reporters (hi Elizabeth Wagmeister at _CNN_) are still investigating the details. Did ABC act because of the FCC? Or did they fire Kimmel because he broke a contractual obligation, such as a morality clause, by spreading misinformation in a dicey climate? Was it simply that ABC has been looking to drop Kimmel before his contract was up for renewal, and this was how they did it? In the last ten years reportedly Kimmel lost 72% of his audience. Alas, we do not know. Maybe we never will. But I tell you categorically what hasn't happened. Your First Amendment rights have not been destroyed. “Breaking: The First Amendment.” came the Instagram posts, this week. Actually, no. Not by half. And certainly not by the government. They're not the ones pointing the rifles. This here is proof our First Amendment rights are intact. I can write and publish this. Jimmy Kimmel can start a Substack today. Right now. You can scream as much as you want on social media about how you hate the big fat orange Hitler. Nobody is going to stop you. What might happen is the sort of intimidation tactics the left have been dealing in for the last ten years. I know people lost their jobs last week. I'm not sure anyone who celebrates the murder of a man who loved to debate should be a school teacher. I’m not mad they were struck off for mocking such an atrocity. Who are the mobsters exactly? Who has the moral high ground? The left love to cancel for wrong think and then lose the plot when a millionaire is sacked for being an ass. Arrogance doesn’t protect. It has been ten years of censorship, of authoritarian bullying, of social ostracisation, of shouting “Nazi!”, of threatening to jail people for speech. Where did that lead us? The murder of Charlie Kirk; a man who represented everything anathema to these tactics. A show that is losing viewers and relevancy is suspended indefinitely. Commiserations to all those who will miss Kimmel's unique and insightful perspectives, such as his appearance in Black face, and that time during the pandemic when he said that unvaccinated people deserve to die. The usual suspects are performing their part. Let's start with Gavin Newsom: > “There is no such thing as free speech under Donald Trump's reign.” MSNBC: > “This is the most straightforward attack on free speech from state actors I've ever seen in my life and it's not even close.” It's almost like… they have reputational damage to dodge? Of course, free speech is important to me. This is Blacklisted. This is what I do. Speak when it's not welcome. “The dangerous things I think out loud” is my tagline. But I'm interested in standards, civility, decency, honor, truth, respect. Integrity. That's a big one. I'm trying to defy the look-at-me culture, actually. I am independent. I won't grift for anyone. I'm no Candace Owens or Tucker Qatarlson. You can hate me all you want, but you can't say I'm not anti-elite, anti-establishment. Do you know what Jimmy Kimmel did _not_ do? Speak truth to power. They love that phrase. He did not speak truth to power. He shilled a lie on national television. I just checked ten minutes ago, and Jimmy Kimmel has an Instagram account with 3.6 million followers. It is intact. He has an X account (“I still call it twitter” is his bio, of course… Elon Musk is shaking). That has 10.9 million followers. Although he has not used it since November. He must have gone to BlueSky. Duh. Do you think Kimmel woke up this morning and had an empty phone? Do you think he received angry emails from his now former friends telling him how he was a present and physical “danger” to their lives? Do you think Kimmel had his life ruined beyond recognition this week? I don’t. If it ever materializes that people are driven to near suicide for casting their ballot for the Democrats or supporting BLM or worshiping AOC, I will stand corrected. And I will be just as upset as I was when it happened to us. The _other_ Jimmy (Fallon) did a bit on his show last night in response to Kimmel’s firing, where he played with the idea that speech is now being coerced by the government, as he praised Trump’s appearance, including the “natural” color of his skin, and commented that he’s making America great again. It was a joke. It’s sort of funny-ish. And he was allowed to make a sort of funny-ish joke without any ramifications today that we know of yet. Online commentator Stephen L Miller tweeted: > “ _“ If a Democrat takes over as president they might use the power of the FCC to strip Fox News or fine them.”_ They say as Conservatives are literally being murdered. > > If a Democrat president directed the FCC to go after Fox News that would be a de-escalation from where they are at right now.” The Democrats wanted you to believe that the truth has been unpopular for the last decade. But the reality is, they were unpopular. And now they're finding out. The truth is making a comeback. That's just life. At least they weren't murdered for their speech. A cancellation that's permanent. _Please subscribe to Blacklisted for $10 a month._ Subscribe now

How can someone who engages in debating ideas be a danger to society? “There’s a difference between political ideas and hate speech,” a man said to me this morning, self-identifying as a moderate. “There’s a difference between having a point of view and, well you know… being hateful. Like Hitler.” Charlie Kirk spent a lot of time trying to convince people who think anyone who is to the right of the left of centre is a Nazi that people who may disagree with you are not, in fact, Nazis. The Left are obsessed with Nazis and Hitler and the Holocaust, but not because they care about Jewish trauma or pain. In fact, they erase it every time they call upon it. Kirk was correct about that. For delivering this message, he was executed. Something I have been asked repeatedly in the last rather confounding and infuriating 72 hour period is: _how is it that you think so clearly?_ How do I answer that question. I think clearly because my eyes have been prised open by the sheer shock and awe of my reality over the last ten years. I am a left-ist. As in I left the Left. I think clearly because when one has to survive an avalanche of threats from those they previously thought were their ideological kin, we have to be precise at identifying the source of the threat and the ideal way of nuking and navigating it. In short, I think clearly because my life has come to depend on it. My thoughts are not harm. But my thoughts rarely escape threats of violence. Charlie Kirk was a moderate who died as an extremist in the social media handles of the leftists who celebrated. And yes, it was the leftists who celebrated. If we cannot agree on that, then we are already in a vacuum of denial. I do not have the language to communicate with the people trapped there. We are in separate tents, and I may as well be speaking Polish to someone who only understands Chinese. These same denialists ripped down hostage posters. These same denialists said Israeli women deserved to be raped by Hamas. These same denialists think Charlie Kirk had it coming for him like a girl in a short skirt on a street corner. Arguably, no gun reform could have prevented his shooting on a university campus. The same denialists appear to be missing the psychological and bodily experience we commonly call – shame. They don’t just lack shame when it comes to their peers making selfie videos cheering on death; they claim to have empathy for these videos. To borrow a song title from the Manic Street Preachers: “If you tolerate this, then your children will be next.” Lying has become a way of life. The truth is mutable to whatever circumstances required. And baseless libels become a cloak to hide voices of dissent and argument behind: racist, transphobe, misogynist, etc. Once you are tarnished as such, they will not read you. They will not speak your name, except to bestow hate upon it. The Left are pathologically attached to protecting their idea of the world to such an extreme degree that they cannot even blink in the direction of an opposing view, never mind engage in a debate over one. They cast people out of their circles. They defame people while purporting to be against these actions with the same level of vigor, because without fabricating untruths and decimating someone's character they would have to up their level to engage in a battle of intellect that they have proven themselves incapable of winning. All they seem good at is manipulating people, victimising themselves, spreading misinformation and assassinating people's characters. They are all an eye for a eye. And you know where it's led them? Into bed with terrorists and Jihadists. They engage in the same immorality they do. They celebrate the demise of their perceived enemies – people who don't want to cause them any harm. They are merely good people who have a different opinion from them. Maybe the Right engage in these warfare tactics too, but I have to tell you I have not heard a single story about it. Yet, I know dozens of stories similar to mine. I asked a very important question on Friday on my Instagram account and it was met with outrage. I said this: The infamous actor Gina Carano who does not follow me, and whom I’ve never met, liked this post. I think I know why. Anyone who has experienced such a level of public shaming, cancellation and sometimes endless intimate backstabbings understands exactly what I am saying here. Again, why did I post this? And why was the reaction so incendiary. Well - to use the language of my ideological opposites - this is _my lived experience_. It happened to me. It happens to me every day. Many people will not flirt with even perusing me because the act of doing so is something they perceive could harm them. To be _seen_ reading me will destroy them. And there is such a kneejerk obsession with erasing my story because - put simply - it makes them look bad. It makes them look like what they are. When I was cancelled not a single person from my then political home came to my aid. They fired me. They distanced themselves. They ostracised me. And when centrist and conservative voices rallied around to help and make me feel like I had community, like I had friends, like I was _human_ … my former colleagues and friends had the audacity to tell me that they were "concerned" I was surrounded by dangerous, despicable people who they despised. They offered me conditional salvation if I were to take back my words and agree to never go against their beliefs. Not only did leftists not want to support me as I was being publicly mauled, they wanted to ensure that I would be forever silenced. Even before we knew who Kirk's murderer was (and we are yet to understand his motivations), we can pinpoint the culture of intolerance that has led us here. Yes, we can. You know why? Because the leftists told on themselves when they publicly celebrated Kirk’s assassination. Don’t shoot the messenger. I’m just relaying the truth. It’s the truth. Kirk did what his equivalents on the Left never do. He looked in the whites of the eyes of those he disagreed with and he let them prove him wrong. The price that Westerners have paid and continue to pay for being a bystander in the culture wars is this: more people losing their humanity and losing grip on the importance of protecting the objective truth over the fragility of their feelings, over the purity of their public image, over the perception of their associations. Some have woken up this week. I can forgive them for not speaking out on October 8 against a similar joyful celebration of death and destruction. I can forgive them for abandoning our side. I can forgive them for previously dismissing or even hating us. I don’t care if they defiled my character or my name. I know that public shaming is a blood sport. It’s a perfunctory and ghastly exercise that some find purile joy in. Not me, but to each their own. In the end, all I care about is the message. We must fight to protect our freedoms and to fight for facts. We must hold onto healthy dialogue and debate. We must be prepared to hear each other’s voices and defend our reason in the town square without resorting to private smears or bullying. The center will not hold. If you don’t like someone else’s opinion, persuade them of better reason. If your priority is to say that you disagreed with Charlie Kirk’s views before you could condemn his murder, then you are prioritising your own image over our collective freedoms and security. I didn’t wake up last week. I woke up years before October 7 even. Many Jewish people - the Saturday people – woke up on October 8. I am not shocked at leftists’ unabashed glee for death this week because the Jews got a sneak preview. We were terrified of such bloodlust maintaining power and many of us made a political alignment we never saw coming last November. The day Trump was elected, so many leftists walked out of X for another app called Bluesky - intentionally creating an echo chamber for themselves – because they could not handle reality, could not face that so many people had different opinions from them, and were unwilling to stay, observe, listen, and come back with a counterargument. Now they are over there on another tab making up rules for a different world from the rest of us. We have never been so divided. So polarised. So afraid of hacking it out, face to face. Now that Kirk was shot dead doing so, we are even more petrified. I took a few days off from writing for contemplation, for observation. And yet, I needed this the least. My story contains most of the uncomfortable truths that many still refuse to acknowledge or accept. Every day for six years I have been reminded what is at stake for using my voice to challenge the leftist status quo. Every day I have received death threats. Don’t tell me many leftists don’t find death exhilarating. Don’t tell me their kink is not sadistic. I see it every day. And yes, the far Right hate Jews and want us to die, but the far Right are always met with consequences, public condemnation, and social expulsion. The Left are not. They are adorned with academic titles, and exalted to positions of influence, and lauded as great disrupters of mediums. Their calls for death are intellectualized. They are celebrated as renegades. They are poster children. They are the new Che Guevaras. Viva la revolución. They are on a warpath of intolerance dressed up as a Nobel Peace Prize. I have had some extraordinary conversations in the last 72 hours. For me the most maddening thing about the reaction to Kirk's murder is that for too many people have prioritized reputational damage over the travesty of what's happened. The narrative around Kirk has overshadowed the fact that he was murdered and that free speech is under threat. This stems from a growing societal sickness that focuses on the self, the individual, the ego to drive a neurotic tribalism over a more harmonious togetherness that requires compromises in order to live with humility among people we may find disagreeable. In a moment where everyone should come together to say categorically that this was an evil act, it has become instead a bun fight to sow division, to prove which side is right and which is wrong, instead of seeing that no side is always right and no side is always wrong, and ergo we have to be able to use our speech to seek the truth of the in-between without fearing that we will be murdered for it. “It’s awful _but_ ” is not a condemnation. That is a performance. The tell is in the “but”. “It’s awful.” – is the place we can rebuild from. Life is valuable, but what is the value of life to individuals who can’t condemn a political assassination? The most dangerous behavior I see repeated out in the wild are those who believe themselves to be good, but who constantly twist the narrative to avoid accountability. They rewrite every story to render themselves the one who was hurt, so that the hurt they induced never happened. They use people for their own ends. They accuse people to protect their interests. They suppress a voice because they can’t debate it. They ostracise a person for surviving them. When such immoral actions become a way of life, can murdering someone for challenging them become acceptable? What is more valuable to them in that instance? Life, or death? For years, Kirk’s critics libelled him as a racist and a TERF and a this and a that. A person who is racist or phobic in some shape or form does not go around the country, listening to everyone he disagrees with no matter who and what they are if he is prejudiced. A bigot would not engage. Kirk was the opposite of a bigot for trying to have civil discourse with the often uncivil. He believed people could be better than their ugliest iterations. He wanted people to be better than victims. He clearly believed in maximizing potential for one’s life regardless of who you were. He was extremely effective. His shooter didn’t want him to succeed in his mission. This week I finally understood why Ayaan Hirsi Ali, who fled Islamism to become an atheist, recently became a Christian. Militant atheism seems to have created a void between having faith and glamorising nihilism, and perhaps this has provided a gateway to something godless and sinister; something that views Judaism and Christianity as the ultimate evil. She wrote below in the _Daily Mail_ about the alliance that has solidified between leftists and Islamists today: > The parallel is undeniable. Both groups reject reasoned debate. Both seek not to argue but to annihilate. Both reveal themselves as movements of destruction, not justice. Violence, intolerance and censorship are hallmarks of fundamentalist Islam, and all were on wicked display at Utah Valley University last week. > > Just as Europe once deceived itself into believing Islamist violence could be contained, America now deceives itself about the danger of its radical Left. > > What little we know about the suspect arrested on Friday for Charlie's murder is beside the point. The reaction to the killing tells us what matters most. Today I published a video in which I stated with full conviction that if the voices I found most dangerous met the same fate as Kirk, I would not hesitate to condemn their assassinations. I didn’t name any of the voices, because of my understanding of how volatile all of our safety is right now. But one such voice came to mind. Lo and behold, online commentator Drew Pavlou reported that said voice was not just celebrating Kirk’s death but shaming what she perceives to be _fake_ progressives for not instigating even more acts of violence against the opposition. The difference between this voice and I is that while I would condemn any threat to her life, I know that she has not and never will show me the same courtesy. JK Rowling, someone familiar with public shaming and culture wars, made one of the most crucial statements of the week: > _If you believe free speech is for you but not your political opponents, you're illiberal._ > > _If no contrary evidence could change your beliefs, you're a fundamentalist._ > > _If you believe the state should punish those with contrary views, you're a totalitarian._ > > _If you believe political opponents should be punished with violence or death, you're a terrorist._ What is the upshot of all this, if there is one? Perhaps view it as a chance to align with reality. I have been through a rebirth. Multiple. I died dozens of times in the last six years. With every fallen mask. With every knife in the back. Each brought me closer to truth. I am free to think and say what I want. I am emancipated from the cult. They have punished me every step of the way and despite their sick efforts, I’m still here. I came to this country to thrive, to do good, to build, to entertain people, to write odysseys about the things I’m passionate about, to be a voice for change via art, music and film. I was hanged in public for what I believe. My critics will say this essay is self-serving. It’s not about me, at all. It never was. It’s about the emblem of me. It’s about my curiosity. It’s about my inquiry. It’s about my questions. It’s about my stubborn refusal to accept everything I was told. It’s about the liberty to be controversial. It’s about being unafraid to write on a blank page and press publish, knowing the mines that I would set off out in the No Man’s Land between two polarized tribes. Intolerance towards people who are different from you is not the key to success, health and happiness. It’s the DNA for a heartless society where psychopathy foments. Right now a trigger is pointed at the soul of America. Je Suis Charlie. Subscribe now

Charlie Kirk was murdered for being honest. Charlie Kirk was murdered for believing that free speech is more important than censorship. Charlie Kirk was a 31-year-old loving father of two, a political activist, speaker and writer, and today he was butchered in broad daylight in public before a crowd because of his thoughts. It was a public execution. Charlie Kirk was a brilliant orator and an extremely talented debater. He was notably a great ally to Israel. What was Charlie Kirk’s crime? He came to a university in Utah to talk to students. Some may have disagreed with him. Some may have been inspired by him. He wanted to explain to as many people as he could who he was and why we thought a certain way. He wanted to open up minds to different views. That was his crime. And for this crime, Charlie Kirk was regularly demonized, because to demonize a political foe is easier in this day and age than to win a debate against someone more talented and astute. Demonization and character ruination are the tactics of cowards and frauds. Charlie Kirk was assassinated for speaking the truth. He tweeted this some months ago: In common parlance these days, we talk about what hill we’re prepared to die on, and perhaps most who say it are being coloquial. I am not. Many of us make sure there are armed security wherever we speak for a reason. Centrist and traditional views are now deadly. First they defame and mischaracterize you in private circles, then they mob you on social media with hate tweets and insults, then they make hit pieces about on YouTube and in their leftist rags, and what happens when you _still_ refuse to remain silent, when despite their efforts your star continues to rise, when your abilities are too undeniable for them to ever really cancel you? What happens then? I have said it for years: online hate mobs are violent, and designed to either incite someone to kill you, or to encourage you to kill yourself. Political violence is not born in a vaccuum. It has been taught and mobs of social media users have been groomed to deem it as a justified resistance for years. What we are witnessing is a horrifying crescendo and it is far from peaked. Charlie Kirk was no demon. He was a reasonable young man. In fact, you speak to anyone who knew him, and all you will hear is praise. He had conservative values. He lived with honor. He leaves behind two young children and a wife. The part I find most difficult to swallow is that Charlie Kirk wasn’t even controversial. He was a skilled communicator - extraordinary, in fact. You arrive at the conclusion that Charlie Kirk was a gentleman who was excellent at debating facts. The end. To call it a tragedy feels simple. It is more than a tragedy. It is an emergency. On the day George Floyd was killed there was an atmosphere in LA. People were angry and wounded. Every face wore an injury. Today there is no such atmosphere. People are smiling and jovial. You wouldn’t know that something utterly terrifying just happened. “Are you alright?” said the store teller. I couldn’t even be arsed to state the obvious. Friends texted me to say they had to leave offices because of the mocking and in some instances - celebrating. This is the kind of political violence that occurs in third world countries. What on earth is there to celebrate or mock? But of course they are celebrating and mocking. Monkey see monkey do. The regressives are devolving. Their virtue is empty. Their morality has been abducted. Their minds have closed. I fight on social media because I believe in rigorously and intellectually debating ideas and truth. I fight disinformation to protect a free market of ideas. Expressing facts openly is crucial to the health of society. We must be able to debate in a peaceful and democratic fashion without resorting to acts of violence - whether that’s physical violence, or it is violence in the form of defamation, of group bullying and ostracising. This is a demonic attack on freedom. It has been enabled by social media blacklistings and cancellations, and mob shaming. That has been a gateway to political murders. They will stop at nothing to destroy the lives of those they disagree with, and with whom they cannot debate due to the weakness and falsity of their own ideologies. Here’s a queer for Palestine, aka the worst people on the internet: On the day I was cancelled by a baying mob on Twitter as my name trended nationwide propelling me to a type of instant infamy I never wished for, a progressive singer I knew and championed ran into me at my local reservoir. With an inflated sense of ego she said: “I’m so sorry - what you’re dealing with is my worst nightmare.” The fear of being similarly treated encouraged swathes of people to abandon critical thinking in favor of being socially accepted and they have deluded themselves into believing that their side is kind and virtuous, when it is bloodthirsty and cruel. When she said this to me, I genuinely didn’t get it. To me, being cancelled on Twitter was free-ing. Once you are cancelled, there’s nothing you can’t say. Besides, I was always able to robustly defend my positions. This wasn’t my worst nightmare. My worst nightmare was what happened today. I had a horrible intuition that’s where we were headed. Useful idiots capitulated. Now they think they can justifiably murder their opposition because they don’t have the intellectual arguments to defeat tried and true ideas. Kirk’s words were not violence. Killing Kirk for using his words is violence. To the delusional leftists who believed Kirk was a threat to their lives, he was not. But their lies and vitriolic hatred towards him may have become the incitement to the violent act that ended his life. I don’t want to lob the horror story of the Ukranian woman, Iryna Zarutska, who was murdered on a train in Charlotte, North Carolina onto the end of this piece, because it deserves its own space. Yet, I will breifly state that these stories are connected. A woman was stabbed to death by a Black man and there were several bystanders who let her bleed out in front of them without intervening. I have not seen a single so-called liberal talk about it. Zarutska's murder proves that the ignoring of crimes against Israeli women on October 7 wasn’t just about the fact they were Jews… For progressives, there's a new (im)morality whereby you're allowed to commit crimes and get away with it if you tick boxes. The far left and the far right have formed a horseshoe that has become the rope that the West is hanging itself with. And their new order is that the right or wrong of an objective crime now depends on who is performing the attack, and who is being attacked. An attractive young white immigrant female is collateral damage to the leftists who will prioritize protecting and excusing the actions of a violent Black man who murdered her. The same people will justify - even laugh at - the death of a conservative male voice, as though they’ve personally won something. They don’t understand that nobody wins here. We all lose. I don’t care how deplorable a person’s opinion is to you, you do not cry victory when their life has been stolen from them. This is why we can’t afford to be afraid to use our voices. If we remain silent, the madness of crowds will flourish. May the memory of Charlie Kirk be a blessing, and may justice be served. But for the sake of America and the West, this must be a wake-up call, to every person who values freedom, no matter their personal beliefs. You can’t protect your idea with a slur, or a hate tweet, or a gun. Your idea needs to be good enough to withstand the idea of the person you disagree with. You can’t take out the competition with a smear campaign. You can’t kill a debate with a bullet. All you can do with that is murder democracy. Here Charlie debated anti-Israel students – in a peaceful, respectful manner with facts. His murder angers me. We cannot afford to lose these voices. A dark moment for humanity. Subscribe now

Man, this is the best week ever, and it’s only Tuesday. Let’s begin with the headline news on a day of a lot of headline news. Elizabeth Tsurkov - the Princeton PhD student, a Russian-Israeli who was sent to Iraq to complete field research as part of her studies, and who was kidnapped by the Islamic regime proxy terror group Kataib Hezbollah - has finally been free’d from captivity after 903 days and minimal signs of life for her family. Her sister Emma [pictured below on the right] has been a tower of strength, leading her family’s efforts for Elizabeth’s advocacy since her abduction, while the rest of her family has endured this intimate terror, on top of the terror we’ve all become familiar with due to the war in Israel since October 7. Emma and I connected only months after the 10/7 massacre, and I was shocked to learn about her sister’s horrifying situation, and adamant to help make noise about it, alongside the campaign to bring home all the hostages in Gaza. When Trump was elected, there was an injection of new energy into the campaign to release Elizabeth. I travelled to Emma to make some filmed interview content that we shared in collaboration with founder of the Lawfare Project – Brooke Goldstein’s – “End Jew Hatred” organization via our social media channels. And soon after, I joined news anchor Stella Escobedo on One America News to amplify Elizabeth’s story (above), in addition to writing about it here, and urging more voices against Iran’s terror regime to raise awareness and understand the significance of the Tsurkov case. In no reality should students at American elite institutions be encouraged to travel to places like Iraq and then be abandoned there in the hands of terrorists. A week or so ago, I was texting with Emma about the reality of marking Elizabeth’s 1000 days in captivity. It sounded unfathomable and I prayed we would not get there. Finally, the news we have all been desperate to hear arrived today, day 903. This is from Emma’s email statement this afternoon, following the best announcement ever: > My sister Elizabeth is free! > > Our entire family is incredibly happy. We cannot wait to see Elizabeth and give her all the love we have been waiting to share for 903 days. > > We are so thankful to President Trump and his Special Envoy, Adam Boehler. If Adam had not made my sister’s return his personal mission, I do not know where we would be. We also want to thank Josh Harris and his team at the US Embassy in Baghdad for the support they provided to our sister and the team at the nonprofit Global Reach, who advocated relentlessly for my sister's safe return. > > And of course, we want to thank all of you! Thank you for standing by our family as we did everything we could to try to bring Elizabeth home as soon as possible. Thank you for calling, writing, and amplifying our message to make sure it was seen by the right people. Whether you’re an old friend of Elizabeth’s or simply took an interest in her story, THANK YOU. > > Now, Elizabeth, and our entire family, have to do the hard work of getting our lives back. We’re so grateful for the opportunity. > > Emma Tsurkov, Elizabeth’s reunited sister Trump’s statement too confirmed: Emma Tsurkov is the most resilient sibling. I am thrilled for her, and her family, and wish them healing and many new chapters in their lives. The filmed content we made, and the original story I published back in February can be viewed here: BlacklistedElizabeth Tsurkov: the hostage you don't know aboutRead more6 months ago · 151 likes · 21 comments · Eve Barlow There are happy endings. Global Reach CEO Mickey Bergman commented: > “This is a day we have all been waiting for. Elizabeth is a Princeton graduate student – an innocent researcher who was doing doctoral field work when she was kidnapped by Khataib Hezbollah. When others were unwilling to help her, the US government stepped up, in particular Special Envoy Adam Boehler and the team at the Office of the Special Presidential Envoy for Hostage Affairs. The Trump Administration deserves credit for taking action and bringing this young woman home to her family.” * * * Prior to this outstanding news, however, today was _already_ mega, transitioning from Oasis in LA into the breaking story that the IDF had carried out a precision strike on Doha that was precisely and fatally successful for a group of Hamas leaders. Unless you’ve been living under a rock today, you will have heard that Israel struck Qatar this morning, and took out some baddies. The strike came less than 24 hours after Trump made a “final warning” to Hamas that they had to imminently agree to a hostage deal. I was positively giddy about what I have since named: FAFO Tuesday. It’s like Taco Tuesday, except _m ás caliente_. Let me explain: The strike followed Hamas joyfully claiming responsibility for the deadly terror attack which took six innocent lives in Jerusalem on Monday. Such sick psychotic actions have consequences. And the consequences made for a great day, that all the worst people were upset about. Francesca Albanese, Owen Jones and Keir Starmer to name a few: Would someone think of the terrorists? Emmanuel Macron was also bleating away. Let’s not forget to send commiserations to all the Hollywood increasingly irrelevant thickos who just signed a letter boycotting Israel’s film and TV industry this weekend. All 1,300 of them. Good luck to you all making your snuff movies with Hamas in Qatar. Things have really blown up for them today. Below is an image of the damage. It’s unlikely anyone in this building survived. While Hamas were chilling in Doha, the civilians of Gaza are the last thing on their mind. You wonder why the progressives are never upset about that. Ah yes, because Qatar is also paying their bills. Finally, a bit of a navel-gazing addendum perhaps but something I must acknowledge, given that we’re on a roll here, and things are on the up and up. I published a piece called 22 Minutes three days ago. It’s been viewed well over 100,000 times. For Blacklisted and personally as a journalist who was hounded out of mainstream media this is a big deal for me. But for the moment we’re in, it gives me faith and hope that so many people are finally watching the Hamas footage from October 7, which is published within that post. A reconstruction era is on the horizon. I believe it. I truly do. Blessings are coming. Justice is on the way. There is light on the horizon, everyone. Subscribe now

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