Can a state that needs the blood of others as a national antidepressant be understood?

They are the biggest victim. They are the only real victim. They’re always afraid. For a second they feel ok when their expensive F-35s are flying over defenseless people, but the high lasts only seconds, soon they crave the ecstacy of force again. Another leader’s head has to be brought to them on a plate. Five minutes without some lethal triumph makes them think they are about to be driven into the sea. They need more protection. They need more weapons, more territory, more safety measures. They don’t humiliate others. They kills tens of thousands of kids ‘by accident’. They kill from the sky, so they are not primitive cutthroats. Artificial intellligence guides their bombs, their violence is too sophisticated to be barbaric or indiscriminate. They have the most sophisticated death dealing tech at their finger tips, but a dance unnerves them, a slogan becomes an instant attempt at their lives, a flag pokes out their eyes and anything that risks humanizing their victims becomes a piece of the scaffold upon which they will be executed. It’s a permanent joyless state of hysteria and psychosis. The vibrant, life embracing Palestinians and their supporters become a virus in their eyes that requires aggressive sanitizing methods.

They have a mental iron dome to block out any insight into how they perpetuate a cycle of brutality and vindictive depravity. Their terrorist settler violence isn’t happening or, if they are in a mood to be extremely generous, happens to be done by very rare radicalized elements in an otherwise super humane society. Strangely, being on the receiving end of this rare radicalized violence is part of every day life for Palestinians. Their forces stamp out the lives of children every day of the year, but they will jump at the opportunity to believe that two of theirs were killed with rocks. As if the rubble piled on top of them by their own missiles didn’t stamp out two pristine lives extra.

They put thousands of children under the rubble, their lungs and ear drums smashed to pieces by enormous explosions, but they are the side that loves children… They manage to arrest four year olds, their prisoners are handcuffed so tightly they require amputations, they tie Palestinian kids to their tanks, they make old people walk in front of their scared reserves flown in from abroad and then shoot those old people. They put bullets into the foreheads of babies, but if you don’t see them as the good guys they hope you and your family will be raped. Even pictures of food trigger them. It’s hard to see people enjoy anything when you are so paralyzed by your own fabricated sense of victimhood that you can only fake smiles when you are blowing up a house. If you see a zionist smile, you know they have made someone suffer. Whining and imagining threats all over the place distracts them from enjoying life in peace. Live and let live is a very foreign idea to them. No wonder that drugs use is on the rise in Israel. Their own media reports this: https://www.taubcenter.org.il/en/research/opioid-epidemic/ Also: https://www.timesofisrael.com/now-worlds-no-1-opioid-consumer-per-capita-israel-faces-addiction-epidemic/ It’s not just opioids, cocaine is also very popular among Israeli youngsters. You gotta get that high somewhere when all your energy goes into trying to convince the world that you are the good guys with mangled bodies of kids hanging in shreds from pointy debris created by your bombs, hung out to dry in the wind like smoked sausages. Bombs signed by attention seeking celebrities with vastly more ego than morals.

As long as even one Palestinian is alive in Gaza or the West Bank they have shown unprecedented restraint. Israel is a project that happens when people refuse to look in the mirror, refuse to see the suffering of the others, when people put themselves on a pedestal and demand unconditional worship. Israel is in a prison of the ego. Palestinian suffering is unimagineable in its scale, but there is always some solace to be found in the support they get, in the love they get, in the solidarity of people rallying around a just cause. Israelis don’t have that, there is only the drinking of salt water in the form of myths for them. Their thirst is never quenched. A thirst for total security, total dominance, the total victory of lies over truth. It’s a fight that never comes with any rest. It’s a state of mind that requires an endless stream of images of destroyed and humiliated enemies to feel justified for a fleeting moment. It’s people not realizing they invite rejection and condemnation because they feel the strong urge to broadcast their shocking lack of empathy and revolting sense of entitlement online. Many of them also seem to think that tweeting out rape threats and insults is the perfect way to show that Israel represents humanity and the Palestinians represent only some sort of kamikaze style death cult. How hard they have tried to smear Palestinians as parents who want their kids to die. We all seen abundant evidence to the contrary. Palestinians always find the energy to comfort their kids, no matter what kind of hell Israel plunges them into. Telling us that those who did the killing weren’t actually to blame for the killing, that it was the ones who for one day overran army bases after decades of sadistic policies aimed to keep them as small and powerless and demoralized as possible, were the real killers… Well, you can have very big bombs and no brains whatsoever for effective strategy. Israel has gained nothing militarily or reputation-wise from slaughtering so many children, women and other non-combattants. We have seen zionists squirm and scramble to come up with excuses and deflection of guilt for their murders and desecration and destruction of family homes, we have never seen them ask: did it make any sense at all, on the strategic, tactical, moral, political, etc level to bring so much pain and suffering into this world?

Israelis and their fans are a lonely, loveless crowd who isolate themselves and build walls keeping others out, keeping facts out, keeping empathy out, keeping the suffering of their victims out. They throw up the wall, throw both physical explosives and verbal explosives of hatred across and wonder: why do they hate us?

They have been trying hard to bomb themselves into our hearts and can’t fathom why this strategy has backfired so spectacularly.