I have no other country. I know only one direction of charge and that is forward; I know only one direction of fighting and that is upward; I know only one people of Israel and that is you — this is what there is, and with this we, all of us, must win.
Our enemies from one end of the world to the other are smiling to themselves now, licking their lips and sharpening their swords. They tasted Israeli blood and weakness and are preparing the next moves. There is no way to defeat this and them with the current leadership. None. Deep inside, whoever you are and whatever political position you hold, you know this. Even if you won’t admit it.
The good news is that the enemy again made a grave mistake, as grave as Sinawar’s once on October 7
"We already said: ‘and like a lion he shell rise" ’
The lion is the laziest animal in nature. He does not get up, he does not move; sometimes on safari he looks like a rug. Until… he finally deigns in his goodness to rise and roar… and then… the enemy already regrets having woken him. The Israeli lion is alive and exists and is stronger than ever — the moment he changes leadership he will roar from one end of the world to the other.
So, you’ve already understood: I am not entering all this because I am sane. I am entering because I am crazy.
And you know what? That is exactly what we all need to be now to save our Israel. A little crazy. Crazy with love for this people in all its parts.
And I swear that since I came to my senses, that love has been the only thing that drove me to do, say, cry out and act — everything I did, said, shouted, or did. Only that.
The madness I speak of is the terrible, awful and endless cry of pain that has not been heard here for two years.
It is a cry that, if it would erupt at once from all of us, would already split the heavens and destroy the world and begin a new world. And that is precisely what we fought for over the past two years. A new and corrected world that we deserve but are being prevented from by all possible forces.
This cry is the cry of our brothers and sons and fathers who froze in the middle of their final charge in the bushes of Lebanon or in the alleys of Gaza, and it is the cry of their widows and mourning mothers, and of their small children who suffer in the deafening silence created by the void of their absence.
And it is the cry of Israelis like me and like you who, at the last moment of their lives, managed to notice that the worst nightmare was standing on their lawn, in their backyard.
This is the cry of the reservists who again and again and again were called (and are still being called) to go into the unknown and do so out of infinite love and hope to give their children a better future, so that in a few years they will not be the ones who will have to fight in those cursed places… yet despite all the investment and dedication, the reservists time and again were betrayed and found that their sacrifice was wasted in vain, that their blood became very, very cheap, and that the Government of Israel is careful to return every grain of land that they and their comrades fought for directly into the hands of the enemy just to obtain false agreements not worth the paper they were written on and to return the strategic situation as quickly as possible directly to October 6 — as if all the horror, the efforts and the sacrifice they experienced day and night had never occurred at all…
It is also the cry of the terrible national humiliation we underwent as a nation, still fresh within us, and of the images engraved in the souls living on the earth in this generation, even though it seems those images belong to another generation. Images of Jews led to slaughter, to rape and to captivity. Images that fundamentally contradict the greatness of the promises of the modern Jewish state to the people of Israel — “Never again.”
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