We're freefalling through a history soaked in the blood and tears of my ancestors, an epic saga of survival against a world that often seems hell-bent on erasing us from its memory. There's a dizzying sense of vertigo when you realize we're a mere 0.2% of the global population, a statistical whisper in the roar of eight billion voices.
Here's the ugly truth, the kind that bites: the Nazis tried to scrub us out, and now, fast-forward to today, we've got young Americans, yes, those nurtured in the cradle of freedom, who look at October 7 and nod in agreement with Hamas. They're seeing the world through a lens smeared with blood and guts, watching clips that would make a vulture gag—yet somehow, they're chanting along with the cheerleaders of chaos.
For weeks, my screen's been a portal to hell. I've watched the unspeakable become the evening's entertainment: children's bodies used as grotesque bookmarks in the story of Hamas' barbarity. College quads echoing with the sounds of terror-apologists, intellectuals penning odes to brutality. I've stared into that abyss, thinking I'd found the bedrock of humanity's potential for evil.
Turns out, I was scratching the surface.
Now, you ask, where's this madness brewed? What sick alchemist is turning the lead of lies into the gold of truth for these impressionable minds? Look no further than the pocket-sized oracle, TikTok, spoon-feeding the masses with bite-sized morsels of misinformation, the kind of stuff that'd have Orwell doing backflips in his grave.
And who's behind the curtain? None other than the CCP, marionette masters pulling strings that weave a web of deceit, their algorithmic witches brewing a potion of polarization potent enough to make Anti-Semitism go viral.
I've danced with Anti-Semitism all my life, a shadow lurking in the corners, a whispered threat in the dark. But now, it's front and center, a monstrous revival fueled by the very platforms that promised to bring us together. And it's not just rhetoric; it's paving the road to a future where Israel and its people face erasure, not just from maps but from history.
So here we are, scrolling through a nightmare, wondering how the dream of connectivity became a pipeline for hate. Welcome to the new age, where digital fentanyl is served up as news, and the fight for survival has gone viral.