First there is what many people can guess about Ezra if they give it some thought. Then we will get to the part that Ezra himself barely knows about himself. The easy part first.

His entire life Ezra got fed variations of messages like: Everybody wants to kill us.

Everybody wants to oppress us.

The world owes us forever and ever because of all the crimes ever committed in all of human history the crimes against us are the worst. The only atrocities driven purely by hatred and envy. The only ones that are truly inexcusable. Be ware.

The world never gets tired of killing us, they just take a break from it to lull us into dropping our guard.

The harder part is that Ezra was led to believe he was special. Smart. Talented. Destined for greatness. And his parents sure tried. There were piano lessons. Drumming lessons. French lessons. Tennis lessons. Computer camp. Social media camp. Screenwriter camp. Drama classes. Improv classes. The list goes on and on. Ezra had an extracurricular activity every single day of the week for 15 years straight.

If Ezra were a plant you could say he got all the sunlight, all the nutrition, the perfect soil, the perfect weather, fertilizer, anti-pesticides, all of it, his parents went the whole nine yards and then went an extra nine light years to make Ezra a huge success.

But the furthest Ezra ever got was middle management at IBM and deep down Ezra knows he totally sucks at managing people.

Because Ezra was taught everything except humility, except being of service to others, except bringing out the best in others, except being genuinely warm.

Ezra grew up thinking the world was his oyster.

Ezra does life like someone raiding a free all you can eat buffet.

And life didn’t deliver wins. Ease, yes. Comfort, yes. Some attention, yes.

Some spectacular success? No.

And here is where it gets really painful for Ezra.

Hell for Ezra is a family event where all Ezra’s living relatives show up.

From retired judges, to junior residents at prestigious hospitals, child prodigees in several artistic and scienfic fields, chess masters, influencers with a million or more followers, the mayor of a small town, a real estate mogul, one quite famous chef, a model, a cousin who got to be a screenwriter in Hollywood, without ever taking any of the creative writing courses that Ezra sat through.

Man, it hurts. It hurts so bad.

And now for the first time in his IDF uniform Ezra feels like there is a way to be more special than all the others.

By being the cruelest to Palestinian children.

And so the most insecure nitwit, who, if we are really telling everything, has never been able to make a woman orgasm since sex with Ezra never lasts more than two minutes and kinda resents women because he sees them as creatures he has to make an effort for that doesn’t always gets him what he wants, so this insecure vain, spoilt, entitled, pampered and above all self-centered simpleton feels like he is a super star in the eyes of his comrades in arms, because he dares. He is a taboo breaker. He goes there where others retreat.

He says ‘here, habibi, a gift for you’ and he strokes the baby’s head and then immediately slams a nail into the baby’s heel. As both the baby and the father howl, howl in in pain, terror and fear and enraging lack of power.

That is Ezra.

And the only comfort we helpless bystanders have, hundreds, or thousands of miles from where Ezra revels in his sadistic revenge on God, yes, God, who delivered some blessings, but then never gave Ezra what he feels should be the ultimate prizes, the only comfort we have is that the baby is in pain for several hours, but Ezra will suffer the rest of his life from the most debilitating form of imposter syndrome.

It’s not justice the way good people want justice, but it’s not completely unfair either.

Ezra will be materially well off for the rest of his life, on the surface he will always look reasonably succesful, but he will make his wife miserable, he will mess up his own children, he hates his succesful relatives for real, he never hated any Palestinians, they are irrelevant to him.

That’s Ezra, the baby torturer.

And even his comrades in arms who admire him a little now for how far he dares to go, will eventually ditch him, because once back in civilian life nobody wants to associate with someone who terrorizes a baby to, for once, feel special.

Do you understand what we label ‘evil’ better now?


This was my attempt to understand what could possibly be driven this type of atrocities. The basis for this was the following harrowing incident: https://mondoweiss.net/2026/03/israeli-army-tortures-a-palestinian-toddler-in-gaza-in-front-of-his-father-family-says/