When Netanyahu addresses the mirror

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“Tomorrow they go to the polls. A harsh lurk at a dangerous juncture. It is an opportunity for the disappointed and the haters. They sharpened their knives. The lust for revenge shines in their eyes. Daggers peeking out from under the smiles of their leaders. The smell of old and new revenge. They want me to lose. And they want me prisoner. They want me as a corpse.

I will not anticipate the results. The Loyalty Party is present, and is trying to prevent defeat from its leader and the country. I will not accuse voters of ingratitude. The phrase “memory short” is sufficient. Some polls promised them a wedding for their hatred. I still hope that this wedding will remain postponed. But one has the right not to bet too much on the wisdom of voters. History is stark. The French were negligent with Charles de Gaulle in the referendum he called them to, so he collected his papers and went to his village. He preferred the writer's bitterness to the president's aura. I am not a writer, and I am not tempted to imprint memories. I am a boxer and my destiny is to stay in the ring throwing punches and receiving punches. British voters also betrayed Winston Churchill, who led them to victory in the World War. They gave him 6 difficult years before he succeeded in restoring 10 Downing Street.

Israeli political life is a jungle. Hatred of enemies and attacks on allies. A merciless duel, mixed with cunning, deception and hatred. A strong man is neither loved nor wanted. They prefer ordinary ones that can be removed at the first intersection. They prefer those who do not leave their mark on the days. The political atmosphere is infected. The voter is sometimes overcome by naivety. He forgets what you achieved in the existential war, and blames you for the price of a can of gasoline and the price of tomatoes. In this killing, it is not right to forget the journalists. They are, by nature, mischievous beings. They hate the strong man, and see no way to advance except over his corpse. They infiltrate a man's career and search for a mistake in it. If they found a scandal, his blood would shine on their fangs, and they would start dancing. Journalists are dangerous creatures. They inject poison into the veins of public opinion, training it to disavow the decision maker and plot against him. There are those who believe that a strong ruler provokes ordinary people; Because it requires them to engage in major battles.

It is difficult for me to believe that voters will prefer Gadi Eisenkot tomorrow. This man is not Yitzhak Rabin, who entered East Jerusalem on June 7, 1967, and he is not Ariel Sharon, the owner of the Defrost, who took the Israeli army to the incubator of dangers called Beirut. Nor is Ehud Barak, whose chest is almost constricted by the carpet of his medals. There is no joy in a great boxer defeating a boxer with no history. How cruel is the loss before him! His electoral credit owes more to Netanyahu haters than to Eisenkot fans. A former chief of staff, no resounding hits on his record. His style is dry and there is no shine in his appearance. I do not deny that his son fell while fighting in Gaza. And that his direct relatives met the same fate, but that is not enough to place seals in his hand.

My story is different. I was born in a country that has shared its bed with threats since its birth. I learned the first lesson from my father, a historian. I learned the second lesson when my officer brother, Yonatan, returned a body from Entebbe after he helped free the passengers of a civilian plane that Wadih Haddad had ordered hijacked. Haddad is lucky because I was not in the decision-making position. If I had been, the reasons for his death would not have been shrouded in mystery. I studied at the most prestigious American universities, and I realized the secret of that country’s superiority. I worked at our embassy in Washington, where I felt the constant need for Great America, and I worked as my country’s ambassador to the United Nations, so I realized the fragility of its statements and the inklessness of its decisions.

If the voter awakens his memory. On October 7, 2023, Yahya Sinwar committed the “flood.” The security failure was clear, but I refused to open the door to an investigation committee that would restrict the government and the army. I ordered that the “flood” be returned to those who released it. I ask the voter: Where are Yahya Sinwar and his brother Muhammad? Where are Muhammad Al-Deif and Marwan Issa? Ismail Haniyeh imagined that his stay in the Revolutionary Guards’ citadel in Tehran would protect him, but it did not. I pledged to kill everyone connected to the “flood,” and I kept my promise. I killed adults, their children, and grandchildren. Gaza has turned into a sea of ​​rubble and tents. No Palestinian was killed as much as you were. A narrow country that cannot accommodate two states or two peoples.

If the voter awakens his memory. On October 8, Sinwar, the Lebanese Hezbollah launched a war to support Gaza. I ask the voter: Where is Hassan Nasrallah, Hashem Safi al-Din, Fouad Shukr, Ibrahim Aqeel, and Ali Karaki? I transferred the Gaza experience to the “security zone” in southern Lebanon, where our forces reside, and will not leave until Hezbollah is disarmed. Israel's security is above all considerations. We did not tolerate Assad, and we will not tolerate Sharia.

Will the voter forget that the Mossad stole the Iranian nuclear archive, so Trump left days after the Obama agreement? The master of the White House realized the extent of the Iranian threat, so he ordered the killing of Qassem Soleimani, the shepherd of the “arms” that dreamed of directing a “major strike” against Israel. Will the voter forget that I ordered the killing of Supreme Leader Ali Khamenei and his senior generals and nuclear scientists, and that Israeli planes occupied the skies of Tehran?

Could a man from Eisenkot's cloth convince Trump to go to war against Iran? Was he able to fight the war on many fronts and spread the experience of “security zones” on the lands of others? Does the voter have the right to remove me from my office while the hurricane of new war is approaching? I ask him for an opportunity to complete my mission in Iran and my existential war in the West Bank as well.

The daggers of my enemies shine. They want to see me imprisoned, and they forget that I am not Ehud Olmert. They use a bunch of gifts and violations as an excuse. Tomorrow they go to the polls. Another chapter begins. The ballot box ruling does not leave its mark on the deliberations of the court of history.”

Quoted from Asharq Al-Awsat